#someome get this child friends

[newtness532]

im so annoyed with everything today, i think i need some tasty food and a million hours of sleep and then I'll be back to normal

[epaetaeya]

... ive been sick for a week and got my period and my brain and rest of my body is mush but i need to be sad about toys for a sec

[ch3rryb0mb3rr]

Tldr; please put warnings on smut and have it below the cut and stop sexualizing minors in media. Especially if they just came out of middle school thats weird. Write what you want but tag and put warnings when needed.

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I get so pissed when im going to read something about my favorite character, and it's smut WITH ZERO WARNING.

No 18+, no NSFW, no MDNI and it isnt even in the fucking tags. I dont wanna read that shit. Put the damned warnings there for the love of all that is green on this earth it takes two seconds. maybe a bit more, but if you could pump out 3.4k words of pure porn, I think you can handle a couple of tags and warnings

I am a minor, and i use those warnings, so I dont read straight-up porn!! I also dont need to read about incest accidentally because there was NO warning, and it was NOT in the tags!!

(And for those of you who do put warnings, i thank you and wish the best in life!)

(I am also well aware that a lot of people dont listen to dnis like that, but it's helpful for the people trying to avoid reading stuff like that)

Also, while im on the subject, let's not sexualize minors in media. Yeah their hot, i can see that. But i dont want to see the start of an NSFW alphabet for a 15/16 year old. Aged up my ass. Just put the beginning below the cut?? And not after the first four letters??

I do NOT need to know a fav characters preferred body part is the tits thank you very much. I definitely do not need to accidentally read that they wanna suck on it like a damned bottle.

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'This character as your friend is soo perverted he wants to steal ur panties hehehe' NO HE DOESNT. HE'S A TEENAGER AND LIKES CATS. TF?? theres adults in the majority of the show that are reasonably attractive. Write that shit about them.

'Oh, they have this list of kinks,' and its shit only someone who has read hardcore smut would have. They are 16 and most probably haven't had sex because the creator cant give them a fucking break from trauma.

'He would be soooo toxic and blahblahblah [insert romanticised assault and abuse and trauma]' NO. that boy is my age and is a nerd. Motherfucker wants to study at princeton and has absolutely no flirting ability. You're only saying that because he's black, most of that shit reeks of racism.

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These characters are kids, CHILDREN, and you as an adult (if you are one) should not be writing smut about them, aged up or not. You should not be thirsting over a sophmore when theres PLENTY of good looking adults that you can be.

Theres a difference in growing up liking a character and having a crush on them and growing out of it when you're an adult. And being an adult thirsting over a teenage boy. It's not cute. it's not 'oh, it's fine because he/she's not real'.

Its really fucking gross actually.

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At the end of the day just tag your stuff correctly. That way its easier for everyone else to find EXACTLY what they wanna read. Because at this point im just gonna start reporting fics with no warnings at the beginning.

Someome younger than me with no parents looking through their devices could stumble on that, and not know what it means, read it, and be scarred for life.

I was reading that stuff way way way too earlier and its fucked up my mental state a bit so if we collectively start putting in the effort to help prevent this from happening to another 11 year old or younger than we should do so.

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Start gatekeeping fandoms like creepypasta from young kids, start tagging shit correctly

Another child does not need to end up somewhat hypersexul with very violent intrusive thoughts by the time they hit high school because their parents wouldn't look out for them, and the fandom did NOTHING to try to prevent it.

Its not your job to parent the kid, and to look over their should. Thats not what im saying.

It IS your job to, again, tag shit correctly, put warnings for gore, bluring violent images, saying outright that a certain game/book/story/etc your recommending is NOT for kids due to its violent nature/sexual content/etc. Reporting accounts of children under the age limit for social media (i.e., a 10 year old with discord or instagram) (it is breaking the T.O.S)

Act like that one lgbtq+ chat room website I was on for a couple weeks where all the adults kinda looked out for me a bit. And supported me figuring out who I was and collectively riped a guy to shreds after I blasted him at a failed attempt to groom me. (And told me I had done exactly the right thing in this situation. Also, hi, if you know who I am from there!!!) (Story time if ya'll want I look back and think its the funniest thing ever how I dealt with him 💀)

[agvarina]

PLEEEEASE CAN someome knock some sense into liu kang?!?! Rev lao or rev liu kang perhaps?!?!

Once The group met up with The rest of their allies they began planning their attack.

Lao meanwhile had to explain his baby to everyone Else, but he was prevented from telling Liu Kang who The Childs Father is by many things happening at once Scorpions return from The netherealm with news of Kharons ships and grandmaster Hasashis death, Raiden getting consumed by his rage, him fighting with Liu Kang, then calming down and revealing that Kronikka has Been doing this countless of Times.

And then to Laos horror Liu Kang got taken by Kronikka.

Lao steels himself and despite everyone being against him going with them he demands to Be let on those ships to go to secure a future for his baby and to rescue Liu Kang.

Raiden hesitantly allowing it as long as he stays on The ship were its safer.

And they were off to face Kronikka and her forces.

Even as their ships were attacked Lao managed to keep himself and Chao safe until revenant Liu Kang showed up to challenge Raiden, but pauses when he sees Lao and Chao.

His gaze softens at The sight of Them Before returning to his Goal of deffeating Raiden for allowing The death of everyone for The sake of Victory, Even their babys.

Lao could catch a glimpse of Raidens shocked and mournful face Before Said god did something wich caused a Bright lightning force to surround him and revenant Liu Kang.

Soon revealing a newly made god Liu Kang, they now had a chance to win.

The battle raged on against Kronikkas forces. Lao getting exhausted as The fight goes on, his body not ready for all this so soon after birth.

He colapses on his knees right Before they enter The keep too exhausted and in pain to continue.

Fire god Liu Kang coming to his side in a worry, embracing Lao into his arms to hold him as he tries to encourage him to go Back to The ship.

Lao shaking his head places Chao into The new gods arms and asks him that If he has to restart Time, that he takes Chao with him after all

"he won't excist without you" The last words That Liu Kang hear from his dear friend Before helping him to lay down and rejoining The others for The final fight.

Thanks to Chao having Been born outside of normal stream of Time, having come into excistence in The precent despite having not Been born in The past. He was saved from being erased by Kronikkas act.

Now it was just The two of them abd The hourglass.

Its then Liu Kang thought of Laos words to him as he gently rocks Chao in his arms, visions of moments he spent with Lao trough his Life showing up in The Sands of Time.

"he won't excist without you"

What did he mean by that, Liu Kang asks himself.

Just then then memory of their fun night out Before Shao Khans tournament started to play in The sand, a fond smile forming on The gods face as he remembers that night.

Then he sees it, The thing that made The remenants of his revenant selfs Voice echoe in his mind.

He seems himself and Lao making love that night.

"he won't excist without you"

He now understood what he meant.

"hes your son"

The Titan of Time fell to his knees, clutching The precious baby in his arms as he felt tears in his eyes.

How could have he Been so blind to not see it until now.

"you dont love me like I love you" echoes The Voice of revenant Lao in his mind.

He looks into The Sands of Time to see The final moments he had with his Lao, now hearing his final words That were whispered as he dissapeared into The keep with their precious baby boy.

"I love you"

ENDING UNLOCKED

HEARTBREAK

[mxlktxa]

Old Days

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pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

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❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

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❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

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❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

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❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

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❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

___

❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

[just-jae]

Random Naruto rewrite ideas bc tumblr is my journal now and im feeling creative but lazy.

{Inspired by the original premise of the story (or maybe it was just an in-show rumor, memory fuzzy)} Genderswap Naruto's parents, have Kurama actually be Naruto's dad, and give Kurama a human form. His mom is the Kazekage who at first kept having to fight Kurama until the fox spirit developed a scheme to seduce her into lowering her guard. It ended up back firing bc he actually fell in love with her, but, long-story short it doesn't end well for either of them.

When Kurama's chakra leaks out it's usually linked to rage and muddies Naruto's own emotions with Kurama's hatred for Konoha and humans in general.

Naruto uses his knack for transformation jutsus to "become someome else" so often that its practically a habit. He even tries to introduce himself to his team under a guise that quickly gets blown, amd is often caught entering a village in a different form or shifting when he gets in trouble.

Overtime Naruto learns to live as himself and exercise his right to live his own life in Konoha. He also learns to accept both the good and the bad about his origins, as he learns to do the same for others.

Also he grows out his hair over time. no way this wild child is gonna mind cutting his hair. So he ends up resembling Jiraya in that regard, like, Jiraya with a beard or somethin.

Sakura is a plain old normie, who's more down to earth. She still starts off a bratty know-it-all, but once she gets out of her social competition mindset, her virtues as an intelligent, adaptible, hard worker with a knack for genjutsu and medical ninjutsu start to shine. I actually like the idea that she occassionally goes off and does her own thing to accelerate her improvement without Sasuke or Naruto there to do all the heavy lifting, not only so that she's better help to her team but also so she stands a chance against more vicious ninja if she ends up on her own. Her fighting style is inspired by the Black Tiger Fist. She also takes after Kakashi in learning many different kinds of jutsu, even finding ways to pull off chakra-heavy jutsu by basically performing a lesser version. Her fireballs may not be as hot as Sarutobi's but she can still do them, and it comes in handy.

Shiore and her team are reoccuring characters, could be any role tbh. I just wanna see more of them. Maybe they end up "conveiniently" bumping into certain teams during missions or training. They exchange information through careful small talk to track the worldly news, influence eventsin their favor and watch their own backs, but they aren't necessarily friends or enemies.

Rock Lee is the main character, and wears black or dark green/blue clothes that resemble historical ninja attire. On top of being a taijutsu specialist he also is a history nerd who is very proud of Konoha.

Mix up their Adult heights ya? Like, some short folks and some tall folks. Built folks and lanky folks. Choji and Hinata should not be the only ones with a distinct body types.

Sasuke, as a kid actually wants nothing to do with ninjas, he's enrolled bc he's an orphan, and an Uchiha, but he's "scheming" to somehow get out of it, and in the meantime makes sure he's really good at his job so that he can rank up faster and have more say in where he goes/what he does.

Has PTSD.

Kakashi, unintentionally ends up being like an older brother or father figure to Sasuke, they have a falling out at some point bc Kakashi is also an actual mess, but they reconcile eventually and help eachother get through the bullshit of the ninja world.

The Sharingan is a lot more limitied, like, it just tracks faster movements and effects people's perception of reality (genjutsu). That's it.

Hinata and Neji wear kimonos at first, like the rest of their clan, then wear more deviating clothing later (or maybe Neji keeps wearing the kimono)

The Byakugan is like rolling a 10 on perception. They're the eyes of Konoha, and on top of seeing physical weak spots and points to exploit, the Hyuuga also tend to attack their opponents psychologically. Some even think they're telepaths. In general, its very difficult to hit a Hyuuga, genjutsu a Hyuuga, and stay indifferent to a hyuuga when they try to get in your head. It makes them hard to trust even when they're nice. so their members are easily socially isolated from the rest of Konoha.

Neji was actually planted on Tenten's team to gather info on the Senju Clan. (I love the Tenten is Senju theory) but he ends up learning more about them from Lee.

Hinata has black hair.

Kiba's and Akamaru are inspired by the Shiba Inu dog breed. Members of their Clan don't normally become ninjas, they're more or less just doing their own thing , but Kiba's calm and reserved personality and skills made him ideal for spying/tracking, so some Konoha officials pull some strings to get him on a reconnaissance team. He's still very dog like, but he's a silent deadly dog and ends up adopting his team as his packmates- very protective of them.

Akamaru is a normal sized dog... with a shiba inu based design.

The sand siblings start out as evil bullies and end up as friendly bullies, but they keep their rough edges well into adulthood bc why wouldn't they?

After Gaara gets beat up by Naruto, at first he's pissed. But then, as he's processing the encounter he ends up misinterpreting it as "use other people for your own gain" its only after some life happens and mayne a few more bumps into Naruto that he actually understands that the point is wanting to protect people you love.

He also ends up becoming more expressive since he develops an interest in actually interacting with people beyond killing people and following orders. Gaara still comes off as an asshole but that's just his Suna accent (yes I headcannon that Suna are generally a bunch of disconnected assholes- like, Kankuro was about to beat up a toddler for fun just for bumping into him. And he's the Kazekage's son lol.)

There would be more elaboration on Suna's rag-tag nature and instability. They may even go through a political recession/collapse after the failed attack of Konoha- especially if other enemies-- the ones that put pressure on them, see it as an opportunity to scamble them like eggs.

Um... *twaddle's fingers*.

Juugo's power isn't a Clan thing, but an anomoly. Like a mutation or some sort, probably caused by some spirit or jutsu gone wrong. Like a tragic wish story or somthin.

UUmm.

Itachi's deal is that he left Konoha after processing the fact that he was so indoctinated as an Anbu that he actually killed his own family just to stop a suspected uprising. So he goes "eyo fuck this" and leaves Konoha with a deep hatred for his home village.

The Akatsuki are just a gang of rougue cimminals who agree not to bother eachother or rat eachother out, most end up teaming up for common interests and its usually an ironic pair. Itachi didn't want to join at first, but his fish pal happens to be part of the group and when confronted by them he ends up accepting the ring begrudgingly.

UM...

Occasionally senseis exchange footnotes or team up/temporarily swap out, to allow certain members to bemefit from a sensei that specializes in their stregnth. Like Kurenai being a good genjutsu teacher for Sakura, or Asuma being a good kaijutsu teacher for Tenten, Might Gai could help Sakura with her taijutsu. it would also contribute to the theme of interconnectedness. This wouldn't even be a formal process, just something the senseis figure to do on their own bc its good for their students.

Also Senseis' night out.

[failing-to-write-again]

Reiji Sakamaki X Reader

Hanahaki AU: where one begins to grow flowers in the lungs due to their strong romantic feelings towards another. The only cute is to have your feelings returned or a surgery that risks leaving you devoid of romantic, or in extreme cases all, emotion.

Gender neutral pronouns of they/them

A single gardenia, a symbol of secret love, lay in a pool of blood staining the hardwood floor of the lab. Looking down in disgust at the mess the vampire stood and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief before cleaning up the mess caused by his latest coughing fit.

Reiji was no fool, he was entirely aware of his condition and it's cause and he hated it. He hated the idea he had fallen for... them. The most recent sacrificial bride to enter mansion, having been a replacement after Yui was claimed fully by Ayato once they began a romantic relationship. Reiji and his superiority complex couldn't comprehend the idea that this mortal human had somehow caused his unbeating heart to pine for them. He had began coughing around 3 months after their arrival, back then it only being after long periods of time in their presence. Now the mere thought of them would have him buckled over and coughing up flowers clawing at his throat. He knew the risks of leaving his condition untreated and was set on creating a formula to rid him of this horrid ailment, after having disposed of the bloody flowers he was back to researching potential cures.

It was of course at this moment you knocked on the door, and against his better judgement he allowed you entry. "Hey Reiji-kun, or is it -san? this honorific system is rather confusing, anyway do you have any books of radiation poisoning? I would like to fact check some information and that's difficult without the internet." You the object of his most secretive affections asked politely and utterly naive to your effect on the vampire. He immediately turned away to his bookshelf grabbing the necessary books before placing them to the counter on his right, "You are correct in using -kun as we are in the same year and class, is that all Miss/Mr/(third NB option idk) (Y/L/N)?" He replied curtly remaining facing away from you as he discreetly covered his mouth to hold back the sea of petals begging to burst from his lips.

Sensing something was wrong (well done you have eyes) you slowly reached a comforting hand out before second guessing yourself and holding it against your chest. You walked closer to the attractive male timidly, "Reiji-kun are you alright? You seem troub-" you were cut off by the sound of Reiji hacking up quickly crumbling to the floor in pain blood and petals spewed from his mouth. You ran to his side rubbing his back to comfort the pain slightly and moving a nearby dustbin to catch the blood in. However Reiji shoved you away in favour of struggling alone, if the thought of you touching him made it worse how would the actual touch help? "Leave at once *cough* you will just *cough* make it *cough* worse." Reiji command through the hacking up of flowers.

"Why haven't you told them, if you've gotten close enough to love them then they obviously know how wonderful you are. Are-are you getting the surgery?" You stood with your hands over your mouth in shock. Your eyes wide and filled with concerned. "If you've made me, the person you torture almost daily, fall for you I'm certain you can get anyone to and not lose your ability to feel."

That immediately stopped his coughing fit. He stared down at the two blood stained gardenias and the surrounding scattered petals while trying to process your words. "You... you have feelings towards me...after everything I've said to you? Why? Don't you prefer Shu?" The poor vampire was confused, after being raised having his mother always favour his older brother he is convinced people like Shu more then him on principle. As much as he will refuse to admit it, he had gotten used to second place when it came to affection. Having heard enough of those rants to be able to roughly understand the situation, you smiled gently before walking back over and sitting on the floor beside his hunched over figure. You slowly placed your hand on his upper arm, unsure of his thoughts towards the contact.

"I do care for you Reiji, more then Shu. When you aren't being as cold as normal or punishing me or despising me for being mortal... you're very fun to spend time with. You play chess with me and let me stay in your study and read while you experiment. Of course when you later drug me with them I don't mind as much because at least I get to hide away from the triplets the rest of the time" Reiji felt a wave of guilt after hearing those words, although you'll never be told that directly. At least not until he's gotten practice..."My point is, you're special to me Reiji because you're you, not because you're smart, or rich, or because you're related to Shu. It's because you're you, the socially awkward dork who collects fancy tea sets and refuses to let us get wifi even though this would've made getting you the surgery or in touch with your crush faster. Now let's go find her." You stood up dusting off your skirt and began walking towards the door.

Only to stop as chuckling began, a deep and foreign sound from the ravenette (is it black or dark purple?). "You're still dense as ever I see, how I fell for you I still don't know," Grabbing your arm gently and pulling you back to floor between his legs into a hug. His head buried in your neck and his entire body shaking with relief. Then you put your arms around him and Reiji thought he'd died and entered heaven. He never got hugged as a child and shut out anyone who tried when older, and now he was experiencing one for pretty much the first time and loving it. Then you kissed his forehead and he started to cry, but if I describe that I'm fairly certain I'm going to find something in my tea.

Of course that was a lie, he knew parts of why he loved you, and was close to actually understanding the rest. But he's an emotionally repressed mess this is the best you're getting for now. He was thanking himself for not letting you get wifi here yet, the notion of having a surgery to remove him of these emotions a horrid thought when the warmth of your love was within arms reach the entire time.

[thecherrytarot]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

pile 1 → pile 2

Pick the photo you feel the most drawn to and please remember that this is a general reading so take what resonates!!

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

They might think that you are someone who is an intellectual, quick witted and a talkative person. They think of you as someone who is assertive and daring, not afraid to take risks or act out of the norm. They think that you are someone who is courageous and rebellious. They might even feel intimated by you, like for example they might look at you and think "oh you don't wanna get on their bad side" cause they think that if someone hurts you, you like to hurt them back in order "to move on" from them, doesn't has to be the case, its just that some might get this impression from you. Very competitive and they think it is hard to win an argument against you cause do NOT like to lose an argument. Impulsive and impatient like they think if you want something you have to have it now or as soon as possible. Many of you might be in the age group of 20- 40 years and an air sign (Aquarius, Gemini, Libra).

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐯���𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭

Your friends and family also think that you are someome who is daring and rebellious, pretty similar to the pervious mesaage. Sometimes they feel like you are someone who fakes it until you make it and are rarely as confident as you seem to be. You may have faced a lot of obstacles in your life journey and that might have made you this way. They think that you may act defensively or aggressively to hide that you are feeling emotionally vulnerable. They think that you avoid making decisions that could lead to your happiness because you are afraid of failing (this is more of what your family feels rather than friends). You may have stayed in unhealthy situations/relations longer than needed because you feared the unknown future and thought that staying in familiarity will help you. They feel like there is something you would like to change about your life, but you are too scared. I'm also picking up a message that your friends/family think that you have a lot of love to give others, just don't know the right/healthy way to express it or have someone to share it with it. Some of you didn’t feel very loved when growing up and want to make up for it by having a loving relationship, almost feels like healing your inner child (?)

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡

They might think that you have a strong presence not in a dominating way but you are someone who has their shit together. You may have inner strength and great leadership skills. To them you are someone has control over their emotions and know how to be at calm even in tense situations. You have all the skills and techniques required to succeed in your career. They think of you as someone who is patient, compassionate and has a lot self confidence. They feel like you have a lot of love to give and feel a lot of compassion for others. They think that you are unique and have an artistic heart. Many might even look up to you.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

They feel like you are some who is unpredictable. They think they know you but then they feel like they really don't know you. For example, if something bad happens, they think you might react in a certain way but you DON'T and that suprises them. It doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad thing, it can indicate that you are someone who knows how to adapt to such situatons. “when life gives you lemons and make them into lemonade" vibes. Your friends/family might think that you're the funny one in the group. They also think that you are someone who has some special skills or luck in life. You might have income from more than one source or may have invested in many things and the people around you think that you are really good at handling finances. If not, you may be someone who does well even with less amount of money. They think that you win even if you haven’t put much effort in. To them you make everything look easy and simple, like its natural to you. I don't know why i keep getting this feeling that this is the "art student" pile like you don't have to be one but it can simply mean that you followed your heart and made your hobby into a career.

thank you so much for reading, please leave a feedback!!!

[watsername]

either way i think drantis are way worse than the reputation they’ve built for dream fans despite how much they preach political correctness and moral superiority . i’ve been watching dream for just over two years now and here’s a list of my interactions with antis

March 2021 - Somi Malek

a 16 year old girl from new york made a total of 8 tumblr accounts to

-harass me

- send me fanfiction about mutiliation rape incest and animal abuse

- write a fanfiction in my asks about me being raped by both dream and sapnap (separate asks)

- sent me suicide bait, death threats, rape threats

- downloaded and sent mw pictures of myself from my private social media accounts and threatened to post them online on body rating sites .

i almost had to get the police involved because tumblr wasn’t responding to my harassment reports

this was because i posted under #dreamwastaken

The First Las Nevadas Stream (also march 2021)

i made a post saying it made me uncomfortable that people were saying dream deserved to be tortured under the cc!dream tag

antis used this an excuse to tell me

- i deserved to be tortured ‘just like that f****t streamer*

- i needed to be raped with a rusty pipe (i’ll never forget that one)

- i got sent suicide bait for a week straight

there was some overlap with the somi incident here

October 2022-

anti commented under my post about how ugly dream is and whatnot post face reveal stuff u know anyway i told them it was unnecessary and to get some friends and make their own post and they

- called me a slut

- tried to imply i was a child predator for telling a minor to stop fighting with them under my post (i have the word slut in my url which means all my interactions have a sexual undertone apparently)

- tried multiple times to trick me into saying i hated poly people

- when i shut down the conversation they forged screenshots of me saying i hate poly people and they aren’t valid and threatened to send it to people

this was for saying idc if dream isn’t your type tell him he’s pretty which most people would know is lighthearted stan behaviour

those are the biggest issues thatve stuck with me but there’s been so many incidents where i’ve had to shut my ask box or close anon asks or take a whole break from tumblr because people stalk the dream smp tag to see who they can target

i get hate asks on a near daily basis and here’s what they come to

- sapnap would sexually assault me

- i deserved my sa (happened after i opened up about it for the first time and when i said i hates what minx said about the recent situation)

- general death threats

- slut shaming

- dream is a bad person (the reason varies) and he would commit a violent crime on me (also varies sometimes he wants me dead sometimes he wants to rape me depends on what the antis are thinking about)

- sui bait (expected)

- sui baiting dream in my inbox

- dream is going to rape george

- sapnap is going to beat george to death for being gay

amongst other things this is only the things i can think of that happened to ME and i know that there’s so many people who revive so much violent hate for just existing on their blog and posting about their interests from people who take a personal offence to people being a fan of someome they don’t like . and they have the gall to say that WE are the aggressors in the situation when they’ve been telling us to kill ourselves for years now

dream fans have a reputation from the way SOME people acted on twitter, but antis are using the facade of moral righteousness to disguise the fact that they are displaying all the violent behaviours they project into us

[onecupofskim]

Our experiences in the Plural community over the years

This post will contain brief mentions innapropriate relationships between adults and minors, and trauma denial. Please continue at your own risk.

Around the age of 12-14, we were very active on Kik. There we were engaged with a handful of witchcraft groups, one of which we had a partner by the name of Riley. Riley was 19.

Riley began teaching us about Tulpamancy. They said it was a way to not be so lonely in your own head. As a young child who had no friends in school, this sounded great.

They linked us to a couple of tumblr posts and a google doc and we went to work.

Oh. Right. Nothing happened. Because you can't force a headmate into existance.

Alright. Well if that didn't work, maybe theres something else!

Oh, Spirit bonding! That sounds like it'll work.

So we meditated. Oh, theres someone here! His name is Raphael. Here, lets put him in this ring and when we wear it, he'll be with us. (I'm facepalming just writing this.)

Except. He was always there. Huh. Weird.

Oh, we made a soul bond with a dragon named Mephisto! Kinda weird that I cant find any information about her existence online...

Huh.. none of this is really adding up.

When we were in our freshman year of highschool we learned about kinning.

We became invested. We kinned a demon character named Greyson. Greyson lived in our head and could change his appearance at will-- Wait what do you mean thats not what kinning is?

Later on we found a game that we really liked at the time, despite its dark themes. We "kinned" the main antagonist. When we would get stressed or anxious he would "shift" out and take over. That's normal right?

Back to the tulpamancy again. Someome had reccomended a discord server regarding tulpas. Kinda weird how everyone was saying Sal wasnt a tulpa even though he lives in our head... huh. Weird.

Okay well. Maybe.. Maybe we are a system. We began learning about systems and systemhood around the age of 16-17. We had never heard of DID or even MPD before.

The more research we did, the more we realized that these weren't kins or tulpas or anything else. They were alters.

They were pieces of our childself broken to bits due to childhood trauma.

Woah.

That would explain. A lot.

We were still apart of the kin community, after finally learning what it really was. We had met an individual who's name I cannot recall. We'll call him Shadow for now.

Shadow was an interesting individual.

We spoke with him frequently about our suspisions of being a system. However he doubted us.

He was in his freshman year of college, with goals to persue becoming a therapist. He was in the middle of a Psych 101 class.

He told us about endogenic systems.

He claimed we didn't have nearly enough trauma to warrent a system, and that instead we were a natural system. One that forms because youre lonely, or need someone.

We were confused... Was what we went through growing up not enough..? Maybe hes right. Yeah people out there have it worse. Those are all parts of any normal childhood! (Spoiler alert. They aren't.)

We began engaging with the endogenic community and were suprised by how much hate they recieved. We engaged with the community briefly, but something didn't seem right.

We spoke with a close friend we had known for years at this point. She had actually graduated with a degree in psychology. We spoke to her about our experiences and she began to tell us more about DID. And looking back on it now, what she told us was all truthful information. Thank you Ali, you're a lifesaver.

We stopped engaging with endos. We found evidence against them. We learned and grew.

We had a few more.. interesting. Experiences with an ex partner but. Thats another post for another time.

Long story short, our experiences with the plural community led us astray from actually acknowledging and accepting the fact we were traumatized. We ended up getting support for our trauma much later than we could have.

This is why we are anti endo. This is why we are anti tulpa. A constant spread of misinformation led us to falling off our path to healing when we needed it most.

[noro-noro-noro]

i fell asleep early & woke up several times., so i had several dreams!

1. teleported to georgia. 2. trying to catch the state fair....2! 3. following someone around at a really confusing convention 4. someone from the past pops up in my snapchat dms while i’m trying to make a stinky wordsearch 5. vaguely fantasy setting with a hero party that has ulterior motives. im 14 though so it’s all lost on me

dream 1: i got teleported to a highway in georgia with some small child that i needed to look after. i was hoping if we walked enough we could find an exit & a motel or something with a restaurant, since i didn’t know how i got here, i didn’t have my car, & i was lucky enough to have my wallet. we kept walking, but it was getting dark & there was no exit in sight, so i thought about going into the fake little line of trees they have on iether side of the road & making a little shelter for the night in case it rained, which seemed likely.

dream 2: we were now in kentucky, though if i looked at google maps it showed we were in alabama. we were here bc my siste rwanted to go to the state fair & the one in my state was already over but if was still ongoing in alabama-kentucky. my dad was also there

dream 3: visiting someome from the internet in some giant gothic hallway that had those really tall but really narrow pointed windows. it was confusing. i didn’t understand what was going on at all -  a lot of people were there doing their thing at the con, and i was trying to follow along without getting lost. there was some perfume sample table that i got curious about, and the perfume was like a paste or something that you would push into something like a large hollow dog treat. i like flavor [7], which i forgot, & [8] gilded lily. the guy at the perfume table was unnecessarily mean to everyone though. 

dream 4: my sister & i were making like some kind of “the worst smell ever” bingo/word search, & i had a picture of it on my snapchat story before i left to bike to work. this is already unrealistic bc i never learned to ride a bike. anyway i saw i got a message on snap from this dude adam w that was friends with my ex, & but when i opened snapchat joey was still on there & i was still in the gc. he’d dyed his hair like a light purple color judging from his bitmoji. i wasted a few minutes trying to imagine what it looked like before going “fuck this actually” & blocking him again. adam w offered another stink idea for the wordsearch, which was fine, but then he was like “joey says you should forgive him & oflden by now” & i was like LOL fuck no & blocked him too. then i was too distracted by all that & missed my turn or whatever, so i went to turn around & some lady called me up to the front of the neighborhood sign & was like “What are you doing” & i was like um...turning around..........& she was like alright. god bless ya. 

dream 5: there was more before the start, but i only remember the classic hero party - ssome dude, a short girl engineer/artificer with big ol glasses, a woman who looked like belle disney princess complete with a yellow dress and reddish brown hair, & the dude’s kid brother who was like 14. we were dumped unceremoniously from our losing battle into some new area that looked like it used to be some kind of luxurious lobby, but was now used to hold several blindfolded & chained up orc prisonors with open wounds down to the bone. they heard us fall in & turned  their heads to us. we heard a rumbling sound & all stood completely still & a bunch of goblins came out of holes in the wall. imagine if goblins were 4 inches tall and swarmed like ffire ants. they wouldn’t aggro towards us unless we killed one of them or made a sound so we just had to be quiet while they ate one of the orcs alive. 

anyway while the goblins were distracted & despite what we’d just communicated, the stupid hero tried to get away anyway & stepped on a goblin. all hell broke loose immediately. it became a chaos of every man for himself. the princess like woman made it outside & she was the healer, or at least had some healing powers, and she also wasn’t stupid so she jumped in the creek to wash the goblins off.at this point i realized this was alll happening at my mom’s house again. the hero made it outside screaming and flinging goblins off him, & i went from being the omniscient 3rd person view narrator to the hero’s 14 year old brother. i sat down on a plastic chair outside & watched. my brother was a bit conceited. the engineer woman was still inside but she was fine. she’s always fine in these situations. she has a gadget for everything. and the hero was a bit stupid anyway - the lady with a yellow dress was the real party leader, & they just kept the other guy around for kicks. i learned all this from sitting inside the brother’s brain.

true for the point, the healer let the goblins start eating the hero’s face off before casting like a thorns spell that just impaled aall of them as they came for him & grew his skin and facial features back as he cried and thrashed around. once he was okay, she knocoked him out gently & let him lie in the grass next to the creek & went back in to save the orcs. i went in too to explore! i saved one of the goblins from the yellow dress woman’s sight bc she was trying to cleanse the entire house, & it was so grateful to me that it told me about the [???word i forgot???] that had ordered it to do such a thing. something something the cattywumpus, or something like that. 

at that point i used some meta-game knowledge & realized this was just like the plot of a book i read ages ago! it is unknown if this book is real or not. i think it’s like the genderbent plot of the septimus heap series but with modifications. anyway there was a witch who kept the missing younger princess (but true heir since the old queen was a mage that had given birth to our yellow-dress woman & the people didn’t want a magic user in a position of power, so when the king remarried the new princess would be the heir, but then she disappeared). anyway the missing princess was kept in a secret upper level to a castle that looked like it had already been fully searched & ransacked. 

but i remembered there was a secret - hold a door all the way open for 20 seconds & a very very very narrow passage, perfect if you were a goblin that wa 4 inches tall but it took some squeezing into to at least get my head there, opened up in My Actual Real Life Room. first i called for one of the other members of rhe party, but when they didn’t respond i put my head in there & shouoted hello? “hello?” said some girl’s voice back. “is it you again, miss (name of the witch)?” & she sounded afraid. i said “no, come down here! i just found this door on accident!” & she was like “i’m not supposed to..to talk to strangers.” & i said “do you want to live here forever?” 

she came down. she had reddish brown hair and a yellow outfit and looked around my age. (14 in the dream). we chatted & we got along really well & i was really excited that she was going to be rrescued! & she was excited to go see the world, since the witch wouldn’t let her leave! but then the engineer woman’s voice came odwn the hallway like “where are you?” & she sounded really ominous, so we were going to hide, but the yellow dress woman came into the room & saw us both there & closed the door. i was really excited about my new friend, but the yellow dress woman crouched down & grabbed the other girl & started asking her a bunch of serious questions with the implied threat of “and if you answer something i don’t like, i’m going to open the door & let the engineer vaporize you.”

then i woke up

[dabiboy]

Did someone order angst? Here it is! My heart broke while writing this, but I promise you, read all of it, it's angst to fluff and together with my broken Dabi piece this became one of my favorites too.

TW: blood, violence, death, curses. Also some manga spoilers.

In a Million Years

All of his body hurt. Different types of pain. What had happened? How much time has he been there? Hawks didn't know, and what woke him up was the annoying white light coming from the roof, that, and the blood dripping down his forehead.

The pain and the lack of weight on his back made him aware or the missing wings, but it was still hard to focus and to process how he got there.

"Are you finally going to tell us where the documents are, bird shit?" A male voice said out of nowhere. What documents?

"I don't know what are you talking about" He said weakly. His hands were tied behind his body, all of his limbs were in pain. And there were no feathers around to help him.

"The documents, now!" A kick in his face. Where the hell where his wings? Not even feathers?

"I have no idea what are you talking about!" Keigo hissed, trying to stay firm and not to break in front of those unknown man.

"Boss, the pidgeon won't talk"

"Oh, is that so?" Another man knelt down in front of him, pulling his golden locks to make him look up "Then let's make the bird sing" They laughed, standing up and walking away from him "bring the kid"

At the selection of words, Hawks eyes went wide open. Did they kidnap a kid? Was it the name of a villain? Fuck, wait a second. It couldn't be. His heart started beating faster and harder against his chest, hoping he was wrong. And then, his soul left his body, replacing it with fear and despair. When the huge metal gate opened, he saw it. A large man's hand on a tiny shoulder, a shaking shoulder. Haru had a bruised eye, tears were still wet on his cheeks as he hold on to his dino plushie, cucumber, with his last bits of strenght.

"Daddy!" He screamed and try to run to him, but the man didn't let him.

"Haru!" Keigo screamed, losing his mind, breaking his voice "What the fuck do you all think you're doing!" He tried to get away from the ropes grip, but it was impossible "Let him go! Please! He has nothing to do with all of this!"

"Are you gonna speak then?" One of the men asked.

"I know shit! I-I swear I don't just let him go" He kept moving, but when he did the man that was holding Haru pushed him down to the floor, his knees getting hurt. He started crying again.

"We'll start plucking him if you don't speak, fucking pidgeon"

"I swear I know nothing, I work for the commission, my father was a thief and a murderer, I was undercover with the league, I- I fucking killed Twice but please just don't hurt him, he's just a kid, he's just-" they cut him off when another kick was given to him, making him spit blood.

"Don't hurt my daddy!"

"Shut up you too" The other man did pressure, making Haru legs hurt thanks the hard concrete beneath him.

"Hey, hey kid. Look at me, it'll be fine, ok? It's fine. Just hold on a bit longer, I'll get us out of here" Keigo said with a trembling voice, blood covering his face together with sweat and dirt.

"And now you're lying to him. So pathetic." Haru's plushie was taken away from him, and the man kicked him towards Keigo's direction. "Fucking speak or next will be your damn child!" Rage was the only emotion in his voice, and Hawks was helpless than ever.

"I already told you everything! I-I don't know what the hell you're talking about," a sob "listen, I've got money, I can give you everything the fuck you want you can even kill me right here but let my son out of this" he spoke through his teeth, pain more evident than ever.

"You are worthless," their boss said "let him go, and the child to" a man started cutting the ropes that were holding Hawks, finally feeling peace "get rid of both of them" and with that last sentence, everything went to shit.

Haru was free from his grip too, running towards his dad who was still weak on the floor, and just two steps before he could make it to Keigo's arm, a deafening noise filled the room. A gunshot.

Hawks didn't even have the time to scream when his son fell to his arms, blood dripping his shirt.

"Haru!" He said, moving as he could, laying him on his leg as he pulled his bleeding torso to his body "No no no no, you fucking bastards!" A piercing scream left his throat, but the men were already gone. "Baby, baby come on. Look at me, please" he gave little slaps on his cheek, trying to make him open his eyes, while his free hand tried to put pressure on the wound. "Haru I need you to wake up, please my boy come on, stay here" his chin was trembling, tears running wild down his dirty cheeks "Someome help!" Keigo looked around, but it was only him and Haru.

"Dad?" He said weakly. "Where's... Cucum..." He was already slurring his words.

"What? Cucumber, your dino. Right here baby, there" after looking around, he streteched his arm towards the stuffed animal, giving it to Haru.

"Come on chicken wing, talk to me please. We-we gotta go home, to mommy, to your friends, come on" it was impossible to describe Keigo's emotion at thar point. He was broken, more broken than any other man in history.

"Daddy I'm... I'm scared" Haru finally opened his golden eyes, breaking Hawks's heart even more "I'm cold"

"No, no, don't be. It'll be fine I promise I, please I-I will take you home now. Haru? Hey, Haru!" Keigo held him tight against his chest, his mouth wide open but no sounds leaving, just drowned screams full with sorrow. His boy, his precious boy was suffering and there was anything he could do about it. He was about to leave. And he knew it, he fucking knew it. Keigo's lips were on Haru's forehead, whispering words of hope, promises that he was not going to be able to fulfill. Not anymore. His hand was on Haru's head, afraid of let him go. But after short seconds, the green-like dinosaur plushie fell to the floor. Free from Haru's hug. Keigo's throat almost bleeding from the strength of his painful scream, of his cry for help.

And then, he woke up.

Hawks sat abruptly on the bed, cold sweat covering his whole body as his erratic breath kept him unaware of his where being. A comfy bed, natural sun light, smell of cookies, fresh mint, perfume. Home. He was there and he couldn't tell. It was his room, the room he shared with you. Pictures of Haru, you and him were on the night stand and hanging on the wall. His cheeks were still wet, he was crying in his sleep. Keigo got up, the similar pain on his limbs returned, but also did the weight on his back. His wings were there too, big and strong as always. Giving a fuck about the pain, he walked out the room. The hallway that led to the living room was empty, also the bathroom, the guest room and Haru's room. But there was noise coming from the living room. And when he got there? His heart skipped a beat, his shoulder resting on the wall when he lost his balance.

"Daddy you're awake!" Haru said happily, setting his dino book aside. "I will call mommy, she said I should call her when you-" Keigo interrupted him. He had walked towards him when he was still talking, and kneeling on the floor he hugged the kid tighter than ever. "Uhm, are you ok?" Haru asked with curiosity. "You're sweating! Maybe you have a fever, I gotta call-"

"I'm fine, my chicken wing" a sob, followed by a smile "I'm better than ever" gaining distance, Keigo cupped Haru's face in both hands "I'm just very, very happy to see you" He laughed just a bit, combing his hair and kissing his forehead. He pulled him in again, his hand caressing Haru's hair. And then it hit him. He was on a mission, and a wanna be villain with a strong quirk disabled him and made Hawks fell to a rooftop, hitting his head and vanishing. Everything was a dream, a nasty dream.

"Did you have an ugly dream? I have those sometimes too" Haru said, trying to look at his dad, whom nodded.

"I did. It was, uhm... A very ugly one" Keigo tried to smile, reassuring his kid that now he was fine. He got free from his grip and ran to grab his plushie.

"Here! You can hug cucumber, I hug him everytime when I have ugly dreams" Haru smiled widely, giving Hawks his most precious item.

"Thank you, chicken nugget" Keigo hug the plushie and kissed it's head, but then placed it on the couch. "Wanna eat some fried chicken, and a huuuge milkshake? Whadaya' say" again he didn't even care about his pain, he grabbed Haru by the waist so he could lift him in his arms. "We can even call mommy and tell her to leave the agency earlier, sounds good?"

"Yes!!" Haru raised his arms in victory "can cucumber have a milkshake too?"

"He can have two milkshakes" Keigo kissed his cheeks, making the child clap in joy. "Hey, kid" this time, Haru tilted his head, showing he was paying attention and that, at the same time, he was curious "I love you. So, so much. Never forget that, ok? I will always protect and take care of you, got it? You're my chicken wing, I love you," a kiss on his temple, "I love you" another on his forehead.

"I wub you too, daddy! And Cucumber loves you as well" Haru smiled widely, giving Hawks's heart the peace he needed.

"Yeah, there's love for him too" Keigo laughed and started walking towards the kitchen "Now, let's order some food and call mommy, ok?" Haru held tightly to his father's neck, resting his cheek on his shoulder. And Keigo? Keigo held him with all of his strength. He was not leaving his baby boy. Never, never in a million years.

[liyawritesss]

Day 18 - Stuck Under The Mistletoe

Pairing: Dad!Aizawa Shouta and Eri

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: Deku explains what a mistletoe is to Eri, and she delivers a kiss to someome who needs them the most.

Warnings: straight fluff, dadzawa, nothing triggering

A/N: took a bit longer to write and I ended up switching this at the last minute, because who doesn't love Dadzawa and Eri??

    UA was holding a schoolwide Christmas party, and with the mass of students crowded in the school, teachers were needed to supervise the event. Aizawa was one of the teachers chosen to supervise the party, and he wasn’t happy about it. The hero felt that the children didn’t need any supervision, and that this was just holding him back from things that he actually needed to do - like grading assignments and preparing for patrol.

    However, he was stuck here, not only under Principal Nezu’s orders, but also at the eagerness of Eri, who wanted to experience what the party would be like since Togata and Midoriya would be here. Togata had taken the white haired child off of his hands so that the raven haired man could get a second to himself, but now Eri was currently on a mission to find Deku, since she had heard he was here as well, and wanted to say hello to another one of the boys who had saved her a while ago.

    Midoriya had broken away from his friend group to grab him something to drink when he felt a tug on his pant leg. Looking down, he was greeted with Eri giving a soft smile towards the other. “Hello, Deku!” She chirped.

    “Oh, hi, Eri!” Midoriya replied just as cheerfully. “You’re here by yourself?”

    “No, Mr. Aizawa brought me here,” She replied, “and Lemillion played with me for a bit. Then I came to find you.”

    Midoriya felt touched that Eri chose to seek him out. Though he had always felt Aizawa and Togata deserved the title of caretakers for the young girl, having saved her from a life of torment had given him a sense of attachment to the girl.

    “Deku, what are those?”

    Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows, following the direction Eri was pointing. She was gesturing towards bundles of green and white twigs tied in red bows that hung on every door frame he could see. “Oh, those are mistletoes, Eri.”

    “What are mistletoes, Deku? And why are they everywhere?”

    Midoriya thought back to the day before, when Class 1A was decorating the main halls for the Christmas party. Kaminari and Ashido had been snickering the entire time with a big box full of them. Despite Aizawa’s protests, they hung up the mistletoes in every door frame they could find. He could only guess that the two mischiefs wanted to catch people kissing and use the evidence as a sort of blackmail tool.

    “Uh, well, Eri,” Midoriya began, kneeling down to the little girls level. “It’s a tradition from America. Basically, when two people stand under it, they have to kiss.”

    Eri thought the concept was a bit weird, but nevertheless she understood. “Anyone has to kiss?”

    “Well, within reason I suppose,” Midoriya replied. “You should always ask someone if it’s okay to kiss first. You don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable by doing something the other doesn’t want to do.”

    Eri nodded once more, though her attention had shifted from Midoriya’s freckled face to the door frames. Her curious mind had begun to count how many mistletoes were around the room, when she spotted one above a head of black hair she was familiar with. Before she knew it, her little feet were carrying her away through the mass of people in the direction of Aizawa, Midoriya calling after her.

    Aizawa had not been paying much attention to the commotion in front of him, so when Eri tugged on the bottom of his pant leg, it came as a bit of a surprise, since he was under the impression she was with Togata. He’d have to talk to him about letting the little girl out of his sight so easily. 

    “Eri, what are you doing he-”

    “Can I kiss you, Mr. Aizawa?”

    The poor man felt his soul leave his body from her sudden question. It came out so innocent that she couldn’t possibly understand the weight of those words. Aizawa bent down to her level, asking her what brought about such a request.

    “Deku said that when two people stand under a mistletoe, they have to kiss,” Eri explained, remembering the specifics of her and Midoriya’s conversation. “But you have to ask first so that the other person isn’t uncomfortable.”

    Aizawa was still a bit unsure. He was still new to the child care thing, and he wasn’t all for the huge amounts of physical affections and reassurance that came along with the responsibility of a parental role. However, seeing the little shine in the white haired girl’s eyes made him soften up a bit, and with a little reluctance, he finally nodded in response to Eri’s request.

    “Yes, you may kiss me. On the cheek, now,” Aizawa instructed, to which Eri obliged without hesitation. Small lips came in contact with the scruff of his cheek, light warmth spreading through the area in which Eri had pecked. When she pulled away, Aizawa stood up and grasped ahold of her hand. “Now, let’s find Togata, and get an explanation as to why you’re not with him.”

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[therandomfandomme]

I recently found out it's a very Dutch thing to congratulate everyone at a birthday party, not just the person whose birthday it is. And I'm so baffled that others don't do this, because someone's sibling or child or friend is getting a year older that's so cool, congrats! I get it's awkward, but it's not nearly as awkward as not knowing someone, so just not acknowledging someome in any way or awkwardly having to introduce yourself and it's a great way to figure out how people are related, because you'll say: "Congrats with your..." and they'll fill in the blank! It also lets others know you're there, so they don't miss you and can come say hi and catch up

[iraniq]

Birthdays be like...

# Thomas Andrew Felton:

/the scene happens in England/

- you woke up early to prepare breakfast

- barely slept the night from excitement

- half way through someome kissed your ear

- "woke up 2h ago to walk Willow, saw all, but thanks for trying"

- "go away, it's a surprise"

- "let me help in then, love!"

- "you can't help in your birthday surprise"

- "watch me"

- ends up helping in his birthday surprise.

- you singing 'ophelia'song to him, incapable to replace it with Tom and still spunds good

- he made thousand videos and pics of you stumbling with the song

- no pancake hit the floor!

- still officially forbidden of giving Willow secret not dog food

- talking about Willow, she came fast when she heard voices

- ending up making dog friendly pancake

- flipping it right on her face /was already cooled/

- Tom got it all on video

- "look now, oh hi Willow, catch"

- "did you just flipped the pancake to fall on her face?"

- before you can say yes, there was no physical memory of the pancake

- watching cartoons on the couch

- "looks like someone is sleepy"

- "nooooo"

- "well if you hadn't stayed till 2 in the morning last night..."

- "was excited for your birthday"

- "and you said it like thousand times"

- "i am excited for birthdays, and yours is a special one"

- forhead kissed

- he muttes something that endes with 'love', but tight hugs and stroking hair, is one way ticket to dreamland

- bonus: Willow is a warm pillow on your lap

- afternoon long walks

- laughter

- singing on the streets

- silly pics

- pillow fight at home

- Willow stole yet another one

- "Willow's pillow fortress is getying bigger"

- "because you can't say no to your child, and instead taking them from her, you keep on buying new ones"

- fancy, low key filthy sexy looking dress for dinner

- a comedy movie no one watched...

- ... because pillow war revange

- and somewome had to keep an eye on popcorn

- food thief detected

- sloberly kisses and yet another pillow missing

- "just jump in the pool with the dress, love"

- drying hairs in the midle of the night

- matching pajamas

- Willow at board

- "your child just stole my sock"

- "she is your child now too..." - halj asleep deep british voice

- "ok, then, our child, just stole my sock"

- more forhead kissed and love mumbles

- snuggles

- "will meet you im dreamland"

# Erich Blunt:

*Ok we have all seen the tik tok - "take your clothes off" and how the girl spits her drink, and we all reacted like that*

- after midnifgt visit at the big house

- you have a special 'multipass' key card

- wake him up at 12:02 with *coughs* love

- everywhere

- i mean everywhere

- possible

- in the house

- then maybe at 5 o'clock in the company

- the boss chair, that's unfortunately a super normal one, because he refused to have fancy cabibet

- in the virtual relity room

- junk food at the sunrise on a super random place

- naps in the big, too fancy for naps, bed

- mid afternoon flight to a dessert rave party

- yes... plain checked

- matching outfits at the party

- the looks he gives you

- yes... at some random spots in the crowd

- his poker face is out of this world

- stargazing and hand holding

- tents at feativals are not soun proof...

- both umable to human the next day, dozzing off in the plane

# Julian Albert Desmond:

- a workoholic, scientist, perfectionist... with a metahuman bad experience inside his head... He could tell by the air in the room, something was off...

- a surprise was way beyond imaginable

- imagine everybody's faces when you casualy dropped at the station, introducing yourself

- "she is a spy" - Cisco said

- "Julian mentioned he had a girldriend...but i thought it was just for the excuse" - Barry said

- "nope, alive and in the flesh"

- you announced his upcoming birthday in a week and asked for help

- they were all instantly in

- same day, Barry got 'late'

- the captain gave them a case in the far abandoned aide of town, Caitlin was in the car with him, non stop talking, how Ciaco and HR are unbarable. Iris and Barry...

- he wasn't paying attention at this point

- the building looked suapicious

- they entered, only to see the whole Team Flash, including Dr. Wells and Jessie, holding a cake, with this so familiar red sugar you have been buying lately

- he knew your surprise will pop up eventually

- you knew he was late after work, no more metahumans hate, but you nevwr poked the subject

- "no one told her" - Barry reasured

- "she is overworking today, and instructed us, quoting 'get his ass the cake, or i will end you!', she is scary for a librarian" - Iris noted

- "she certanly is"

- all laugh

- "candles blowing in abandoned and possibly dangeroys area, great"

- all laughing again

- *insert Julian's sarcastic remarcs*

- "people skills, Julian"

- A fot Ain't even trying at this point

- afterwork party at the park

- Julian being soft

- Caitlin being low key jealous

- romantic dances under the stars

- you wearing a long mid transparent nightgown and his "explorer hat"

- *insert adult content here*

# Logan Maine:

*AU where they woke up the passangers a week before artiving at Thea, notjing hit the ship*

/haven't yet finished the tv series, so some info might not be true/

- after Mia, Logan didn't plan on having friends, or being close to someone

- not that he planned to befrend Mia...

- aftee several days of you being sweet carring and maybe a bit rude, and an epileptic episode later, he was tolerating you

- maybe more than toleraring, but he wasn't gonna admit it

- he was astonishing cook to start with

- you tried making cake, when you found out

- failed!

- but the unhealthy ammount of chocolate syrop on it, fixed it

- him dipping fries in the chocilate...

- *Logan what?!*

- walking around the 'garden'

- him pushing you towards the spraying water

- trying to name the plants only to end up with: "if it's not weed..." - he laughed

- "you are failing at being horrible"

- "trying to be, but that smile of yours isn't helping"

- marker writing on the station windows, connecting stars in odd shapes

- sneaking on others

- "is Baum a perv, or just a perv"

- "Shun and Lana are totally a thing"

- low key stealing extra pills for his epilepsy

- who'll suspect the cool sweet kid's teacher

- stealing food from your supervisor's cabim, after you went asking her, what Logan liked, so you can make a romantic dinner

- she didn't gave you much info, but the odd plastic half liquid sweets you stole definwtly tasted good

- "the A woman stealing? Your crush on me is ruining your good name"

- "maybe i am tired of a good name"

- "don't tell me you go to another planet to be a criminal"

- "lools like i might have the best teacher"

- "only om small crimes, like stealing a pretty girl's heart"

- his odd winks

- that smirk

- kisses in the dark

- he "found" some extra blankets

- 2 burritos on a way after midnight open space gazing

- Shun may have cought you drawing the odd funny shapes, but told no one - you were holding hands, giggling drawing one ovee another, was way too cute to tell on

# Draco Lucius Malfoy:

/Around 6th-ish year maybe.../

- how you pick a present for someone who has everything, literally everuthing

- bargins with Pansy for info

- Theo gives it all free

- Blaize asked for unknown favor

- no one actually gave you smth to work with

- Draco was bitter

- even the good fight with Potter didn't lift his spirit

- nor the -10 points

- you even owled Narcisaa, but nothing

- difficult problems require simple solution

- his favourire clothes of yours

- your Gucci pefulme on his scarf

- this beyond ordenary way you bite off from his green apple

- the thing with the shy eyes and devil smile you love pulling on him

- touching his hair

- scratching his hands with your long nails gives him the good chills

- changing in that gorgeous emerald green dress he bought you for the Christmas ball

- pinky hand holding

- getting cold, so he can give you his coat

- him and his long coat

- messy pearl hair

- stolen kissed under his tree

- brushing your nose in his cheek

- teasing each other

- in your own bubble in aftwenoon class

- again -10 points... each

- professor Lupin felt the pain of ceperating the lovely sight you were, so he can continue his lesson

- party at the boy's bedroom

- eating the cake his mom send you, instead of dinner

- whole friends group having pure childish fun, sharing silly stories

- levitating around in pretend swim manner

- cake

- *coughs* wine *cougs*

- late night walk to the astronomy tower

- him showing you the stars

- the Dragon again, because you can never place it right

- him knowing you pretend not to know, so he can have an excuse to give you silly shoulder kisses

- you tip toeing to reach him

- passionate kisses under the stars

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@diyunho @lovermrjokerr @darthjokerisyourfather @littlebeautifly

Whoever enjoys it as well 😛

[sunnixsunshine]

And now another TF2 AU I'd like to write more about but I'm too swamped with like three other personal projects that taking on one more will inevitably turn me off from writing due to stress of completing it--

Dad!Spy AU where Spy dies on a job. Scout, about age 3 at the time, starts to talk with a "mister in red"— aka Spy— when he's alone in his room. His Ma and brothers just think its an imaginary friend. By age 10 he stops actively talking him, its only when hes ever truly alone when he talks to Spy. Spy follows Scout all throughout his life, except he isn't sure why he's so attached to Scout in the first place. He knows Scout is his child, he figured that out after seeing his ex lover. But why he's so attached to Scout is a mystery. He doesn't remember having any regrets leaving him. If he did then it was something he repressed anyway, which would be why he's haunting Scout anyway. Spy never tells Scout his name— no past alias or anything— Scout just knows him as Mister Red as he wears a sleek red pinstripe suit as if he were busy business. He doesn't wear a mask of any kind as he never got employed by RED. However his face never shows very clearly to Scout. His body is clear. He's able to tell Spy has slicked back maybe black hair, possibly dark brown. A strong jaw line. A long that bends slightly down. But his eyes are always unclear. "It's hard to explain but it's just difficult to pinpoint his eyeshape and color. Sometimes his eyes look old like gramps'. Or young like mine. Sometimes his eyes is as blue as blue could get. Then they're black! Like— like blackholes! And other times gray! I can never really tell. When I ask why it's like that he... Leaves. For— for a full day!" Scout would explain to his brothers.

When Scout joined RED Spy tagged along as usual. He joined his son on the battlefield. There is a Spy merc existing on both teams of course, both of which Spy does not like. The RED Spy is very rude to Scout, the BLU Spy is actually someome he once knew. An uncontrollable rage fills him when they're near. Scout doesn't like it when he's angry. His image changes when it happens. There's a gunshot wound in the middle of his forehead. Blood seeps out from it. Hair undone, resembling a drenched mop. His clothes are soaking wet as if he'd just taken a swim. There's this aura about him that gives off strong feelings of frustration and dispare and... Regret. It's horrifying. And Scout's the only who feels it so intensely. It spirals him into a depression by nightfall. It can last up to a few hours to a couple days. Everyone else is only ever given a migraine. Sometimes, Scout wishes he'd leave. Other times, he feels like he knows this man. But he can't explain why.