#the image used is basically the first thing that came up when i typed in 'will wood minecraft parody' in the youtube search bar

[dr-will-wood-confessions-is-dead]

i made some will wood minecraft parodies and i was told in the comments section that apparently he(willwood) is at the very least aware of and has listened to one. extremely harrowing thought. just terrible. i think about it sometimes and get scared

[sleepyangelkami]

BRO I NEEDDD MORE OF PERVERTED!!!! OMG LIKE YOUR MIND>>>>>

PERVERTED III c.grimes

 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 3.6K

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after the perverted thoughts consume carl whole, he realises he needs to act on them and soon finds out that you need him to act on them just as badly.

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, heavy innocence kink, corruption kink, pervert!carl, fingering, dom!carl, sub!reader, size kink, pussy eating, cum eating, aged up characters, thigh riding-ish, manipulative carl, praise kink, petnames, use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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after that night in your bedroom, carl was downright desperate.

he realised that he needed to act upon his thoughts before it drove him over the edge of insanity. but there you were, prancing around in your little skirts and dresses, ditzy as ever. how was he ever supposed to explain his need to you?

that was just it, he was going to have to show you.

carl had been your best friend for a long time. you could trust him with anything in the world and carl would know if you'd ever done anything. that was the beauty in it. your innocence was bliss.

you were so innocent to the corrupt minds around you, not a single notion of the horrid thoughts of others. not a clue in your mind of just what carl wanted to do to you. no what he needed to do to you.

he knew he was going to have to ease you into it.

the first time carl had let you feel anything was during a rainy night of alexandria. the clouds were dull and full, slapping down on the outside windows. rick and michonne were on yet another supply run, no surprise there, and you and carl had been put in charge of taking care of judith.

it wasn't until she had been laid down asleep in bed that carl began to shift his mind back to you.

the clouds dulled until they were long gone. the night sky had settled in.

the tv displaying pretty images illuminated the room as you sat on carl's lap. when he'd asked if you'd like to sit there, it came as no surprise. you'd sat on carl's lap tonnes of times. whether it was just you two alone, sitting on the bed or perhaps you were in public, choosing to sit on his thigh rather than the bench occupied by the others.

however, what you didn't know was carl had much more in store for you than just watching the stupid movie that was playing.

you were engrossed in the flashing pictures, watching as each changed to another. you were the type of person to pay all your attention to one thing at a time, finding it hard to focus on more than one.

that was when your attention shifted.

it was a mere, 'innocent', bounce of carl's knee.

he did it as some sort of a test. he'd waited until you were so interested in the movie to do it. your two thighs had splayed at either side of his own. he'd waited until your cunt was snug on the jeans of his leg to rub it gently against you.

and by the sudden breath that left your lips, he deemed that you were almost as satisfied as he was.

nevertheless, you shook the feeling. you assumed the boy beneath you was merely trying to get comfortable so you tried to do the same, writhing yourself in the slightest.

that was when the smallest of whimpers left your mouth. with wide eyes, you clamped your mouth shut, hoping carl hadn't heard. "you okay?" he spoke softly in your ear, alerting you that he had heard.

only, you weren't trying to do anything wrong. like i said, you'd sat on carl's lap tonnes of times. but this time seemed... different. you were suddenly hyper aware of your skirt that was riding up ever so slightly and the way that fixing your position on his leg felt... good?

being in an apocalypse and all, you never really got too much education on... down there.

that was what carl was for, you supposed. he was basically your teacher in everything, any question you had went directly to him.

but what you did know was that parts like that were private and not to be shared. which is why you merely let out a small 'mhm' to indicate that you were, in fact, okay.

"alright." he mumbled back, his voice low as if not to disturb the serenity of the room.

you let a breath out, relaxing once more onto his leg.

carl knew he could have stopped there, letting you be all confused for the rest of the evening on just what that feeling you had was. but he didn't know how much you'd taken in, he needed to make sure that the feeling you felt was going to stick.

which was why he waited mere seconds before bouncing his leg again, like a kid in class riddled with ADHD.

you'd seen carl bouncing his leg like a maniac many times before. he'd do it under a table when he was nervous or angry or anything really. he often cracked his knuckles even when there was no air left to crack and shook his legs like there was no tomorrow. carl was always moving.

so how could you tell him to stop?

what would you even say?

did you even want him to stop?

there was an odd feeling in your stomach as he continued to bounce his leg up and down, hitting smoothly against your covered area. your breathing picked up but you did everything in your will to steady it.

some called carl grimes an ADD nightmare, this was a normal thing for him.

why was it suddenly not so normal for you?

perhaps it was the way his chin gently rested on your shoulder, gentle breath hitting against your neck or the way his hands soothed around your waist, his own calloused hands against your gentle skin where your satin dress lay on top.

the skirt of your dress bounced with every bounce of his leg too, exposing more of your thighs with each steady movement.

he was calculating and gentle, as if he knew you were becoming dizzy.

your throat itched too. you couldn't fathom why though you had a feeling it was a noise trying to crawl out.

you couldn't so much as stop yourself before your hands outstretched onto his thigh, stopping his movements.

he did so with the slightest smirk on his lips, knowing he'd gotten you exactly where you wanted. the way your thighs gently shook around him, you wouldn't so much as turn around. oh yes, you'd definitely felt it.

before he could question you in that gentle, condescending tone, the front door could be heard unlocking.

"gotta get my jacket." was the mumble that fell from your mouth as you helped yourself off of the boy's leg, grasping the pretty coat that sat on the other couch, where you'd originally been sitting. carl got up too, glancing down to his thigh. it was a wonder that there wasn't a large wet splotch on his jeans.

shortly after, rick and michonne entered the house, looking tired as ever. they asked a couple questions about judith, making sure you'd both been taking care of her right before they found themselves stating that they were heading up to bed.

carl gave somewhat of a disgusted look to the way they were looking at eachother. he din't even want to imagine what they'd be getting up to the minute they stepped into the bedroom.

"you sure you don't wanna stay the night?" he questioned, walking you to the front door of his home. you didn't live too far away which was the only reason he was letting you walk out in the dark alone. with his luck, he'd see you getting settled into your house while he still stood at the door.

you looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, you looked a little dazed. your hands were holding eachother behind your back, ignoring the feeling throbbing through your cunt. how had he done something so simple and left you feeling like this? "mhm." you hummed.

he gave you a look. "and you're positive you're okay?" tilting his head. "you seem a little off." he knew exactly why you were off.

but you weren't going to let anything on. "no, i'm okay." nodding your head, trying to convince both him and yourself.

"you know you can talk to me about anything, right baby?" he stepped forward, his words a little quieter as he spoke to you. his eyes flickered down to your bottom lip between your top teeth. "anything at all..."

you looked like you were contemplating, unsure if it was exactly appropriate to share with anyone even if it was just your best friend.

though your eyes quickly turned back to rick who was now standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. "I'm okay." you quickly quipped.

rick turned around, swallowing the water. "you off, y/n?" you nodded, swallowing thickly. "right, night then, and thanks again for watching judith."

"anytime." you mumbled back, eyes flickering up to carl. "g'night, carl."

"night, angel." and so, you left.

the sky rose just as soon as it had gone down. carl hadn't steadied his movements since. hours passed, merging into days and carl was getting braver by the second. he couldn't help it, you were like putty, just so easy to mold.

by the time the saturday sleepover rolled around again, the boy was near ecstatic.

he'd gotten you exactly where he wanted in many ways, with little fluttering touches and words whispered gently, that could have been taken in any way. but he must say, his favourite place to have you was sat atop his thigh, gently bumping against it as he shook it from the ground.

he did it again now, maggie and glenn were long gone on yet another supply run, stocking up on the foods. they wouldn't be home until the next morning, possibly the morning after that.

but there simply wasn't anything else carl could think about other than the girl sat perched on his thigh. your hands were near your stomach, fiddling with themseleves, pulling on your fingers gently, contemplating.

carl didn't stop the bounce of his knee, moving it so accurately that you could feel a pool forming in your panties. you'd never felt like this before. and you were sure that carl knew this too.

this was the longest he'd ever done it, he should have stopped ages ago, knowing he didn't wish to push you too far. however, your little shaky breaths had his head spinning, he couldn't stop, not now.

you were contemplating asking him to stop. something about his shaking leg beneath you had you feeling awfully funny. but you couldn't decipher if it was a good feeling or not. besides, you couldn't understand why it was that his moving leg had your head feeling dizzy.

"carl?" your mouth got the better of you. it was supposed to come out as a steady question, voice stable, however, it came out more breathless than you'd intended, a slight whine to the back of your throat.

carl's hands had gently been resting against your waist. "hm?" he took the hint to stop, though.

beneath you, his leg froze.

your mind went sort of fuzzy then, that was when you realised it had, in fact, been a good feeling. your mind raced back to moments ago when the wet patch was forming on your satin panties. you couldn't even register what was going on before you slid yourself against his leg, not once, not even twice.

"sweetheart?" his voice was soft, calculated. it had you realising what you were doing, but still, your aching cunt dragged across his jeaned leg. "what're you doing? hm?"

a breath fell from your lips. you gently willed yourself to stop your movements before turning your face to the boy. you had pinched brows, lips bitten, desperation written all over your face. "carl, i―" the words left had you frowning.

carl merely rubbed his fingers against your waist. "somethin' wrong?" he questioned softly. "'s just me, you can tell me, baby."

and suddenly, it was your last straw.

but carl had already known that.

he'd moved his hands so gently around you for the past week, bounced you against his thigh every chance he got and whispered meak things to you, calling you such pretty names. he knew sooner or later you were bound to snap.

"you..." you let out a sigh, eyes avoiding the boy. "you can't laugh."

without a second thought, carl's fingers hooked themselves beneath your chin, angling your face up and forcing you to look at him. "'m not gonna laugh at you, angel." and his comforting features looked as though they were telling nothing but the truth. "jus' tell me what's going on."

you sighed, trying to avert your eyes. "everytime you bounce your leg... it feels funny." you tried to keep your voice as low as possible, throat closing and your cheeks heating up. it was hard trying to keep your composure in font of him, especially when talking about such a private thing.

"yeah?" seemingly unfazed by what you'd told him. "where's it feel funny?" again, your cheeks heated up, only this time you were sure that you were as red as a tomato. "baby, i can't help you if you don't tell me."

and you were sure you needed his help. after all, he was the only one that had made you feel so... worked up. instead of uttering a word, you practically whined before pushing your head into his shirt covered chest. you grasped his hand, sucking in as you guided it downwards.

carl couldn't help but smirk as you moved his hand to cup your shorts-covered cunt. you whimpered at the touch of his hand, quickly moving your own away, as if scared you were going to mess something up.

carl placed his palm against the pale shorts, his thumb moving up towards your clit and gently drawing circles. you whined loudly. "here's where it feels funny, huh?" you nodded your head quickly, breaths falling ragged as his gentle, tight circles moved against your clit. "y'gonna answer me?"

"y-yes." coming out as more of a moan rather than an answer. you were suddenly thankful that maggie and glenn were nowhere to be found in the house.

there was a sudden smile splayed on his lips. "good girl." he mumbled, sending electric shocks through your body and right down to your aching pussy. you couldn't understand how two simple words were enough to have you rutting your hips against the boys hands.

though instantly, your face heated again. embarrassment flooded you as you realised what was happening, stinging tears finding it's way to your eyes. "carl." you spluttered out, whimpering as you did so. carl merely shushed you, his free hand coming down to land on the back of your hair, holding your head close to it's place on his chest.

"wh's wrong, baby?" he waited for a response, all you could give him was a second whimper. "want me to stop?"

"no!" was your much too enthusiastic response that had his lips curving upwards. so you did want it as much as he did. "no, please don't stop."

"then tell me what you want." you shied away, cheeks evidently rosy and pink. but you didn't utter a word, much too sheepish.

suddenly, the feeling he was giving to your clit completely stopped. his hand still hung low but they didn't touch you. the whine you let out had your eyes turning glassy. he reminded you that he'd asked you to tell him what you wanted. but you could barely hear his voice now, mind too clouded with the previous pleasure. "f-felt..." your own hand attempted to replace his, rubbing at your covered cunt but it didn't give you the pleasure his had.

you felt his hand reach up and snap your wrist between his fingers, stopping your movements. "you wanna feel good, huh?" you nodded your head, tears stinging. "then the only hands that get to touch you are mine, understood?" you nodded before he squeezed on your wrist, not hard enough to hurt. "understood?"

"yes." was the breathless word as his fingers let go of your wrist.

"now, tell me what you want." almost instantly, his stern voice had disappeared and turned into one of softness again. it was almost scary how quickly he could turn from one demeanour to another. but you were much too hazy now to question anything.

you breathed heavily, cheeks warm. but carl just waited, his eyes looking at you full of admiration, a stark contrast to the stern look he'd had before. "i want..." he waited, not rushing you, patiently. "want you to make me feel good." your voice was so quiet, so small and you were looking anywhere but his face. you thought it was somewhat awkward in a sense, more scary really. he'd shrug it off for your natural shyness that simply never went away.

"see?" his voice gentle and loving. "wasn't hard, was it?" you shook your head no despite it being the hardest thing you'd done all year. "now get onto your back, angel." you did what he said, not wishing to disappoint him. he followed by climbing on top of you, watching your doe eyes slightly widen.

a breath.

he was so close, lips practically brushing against your own. you'd known carl a very long time but you were sure this was the closest he'd ever been. "'m gonna kiss you, okay?" you nodded, slightly unsure. you'd never been kissed before and you had no idea that it related to the feeling that you'd felt earlier. "it'll all make sense in a second, sweetheart." he mumbled, hands on your waist. "just... relax."

and suddenly, his lips were on yours.

his lips were even softer than they looked. and if that was what you thought of his lips, you could only imagine what he thought of yours. he kissed you gently, open mouthed kissing with his tongue slipping past yours.

now you understood.

it definitely related to the feeling.

as he was kissing you, you had the sudden urge to roll your hips upwards, into his own. carl had this way of making you feel so comfortable that you didn't have to worry the outcome. so you did. rolling your hips gently yet desperately.

you felt him let out a harsher breath into your mouth. his lips moved from your mouth. you felt him press a kiss to the corner of your lips, then to your chin and down to your neck. the feeling of him sucking against the supple skin had a whimper falling from your lips, then another and a long stretched whine.

his lips moved away and his tongue soothed down the hurt skin.

you supposed, you knew what sex was. it was an intimate form of love on your partner. was that what you and carl were going to do? sex? carl wasn't your boyfriend but he was the only one in the entire world you'd felt such a connection to. you supposed, if anyone was to have sex with you, it may as well be carl grimes.

"sweetheart." he breathed against your neck. "keep making sounds like that 'n i won't be able to last." to last? for what?

you didn't even care what he was saying, just the sound of his voice was enough to have you reeling. "carl, please just..."

"shh." he hushed you, practically cooing. "s'needy." before his hands moved back down towards your shorts. "can i take this off?" though he wasn't just grasping the band of your shorts but of your panties too. however, you couldn't seem to care. nodding enthusiastically before helping him guide the material off your body.

carl's breath hitched in his throat. he'd seen you before, he'd seen you when you were sleeping and he plunged a finger inside you, tasted you even. even so, it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

he could see you red as a tomato above him, covering your face. you'd known carl forever, but something about being nude with him over you on your couch seemed like something a best friend shouldn't do. carl didn't allow the shyness to continue, peppering gentle kisses across the skin of your face. "hey, hey." gently removing your hands. "you're beautiful."

your hands suddenly pawed at the end of his shirt. if you were going to be bare, he should too, right? "can you..?"

"wan't me to take of my shirt, baby?" you only nodded, pressing your lips together. he nodded himself before placing his hands at the end of his shirt, bringing it up and above his head, tossing it off the couch. "your turn." he mumbled, pressing kisses to your neck before grasping the bottom of your own shirt. you allowed him to pull it over your own head.

it was no surprise that there was no bra found underneath, your perky tits bouncing gently. he moved his lips downwards, sucking on one and grasping the other between his fingers, flicking over your pretty nipple. you whined, back arching off the couch and hands finding his hair, tugging at the strands.

his lips popped over your nipple, letting go with a string of spit attatching the two of you. he pushed his large hand onto your chest, thumb at one end of your tits and other fingers at the other, pushing them together. you were so small compared to him, it had his own mind reeling. "so fucking pretty."

"carl." there was desperation in his eyes. the amount of times you had uttered his name would have made anyone think you were reciting it as if he were god himself. "need you." you didn't even know what you meant yourself. all you did know was that you needed him, in whatever way possible.

"i know, pretty girl." his fingers traced your cheek, cupping it ever so softly. "'m gonna touch you, okay?"

nervously, you found yourself nodding. you knew by him touching you, the ache would go away. how you knew that, you were unsure. perhaps it was because you put so much trust in carl to do what was right.

you expected the soft flutter of his long fingers, the gentle tracing of the pads against your skin. what you hadn't been expecting was the mouth that suddenly landed on your core.

as if on cue, your back arched against the couch once more. a moan of both surprise and pleasure fell from your lips. you felt the vibrations of a chuckle throughout your body, from him. he'd been waiting for this moment for too long to let it slip from his fingers.

the foreign feeling of a face between your thighs had you writhing. you allowed his tongue to explore your cunt, whining and whimpering while your hands clung to his hair, overcome with a foreign pleasure.

never, had you felt this good in your entire life.

an eerie sense was embedded right in your stomach, telling you that this was all wrong. the feelings you felt and the way his hands moved against your body, it had to be wrong. but the pleasure of his tongue lapping against your cunt told you that no matter how hard he tried, nothing carl could do would ever be wrong.

you felt him insert a finger into your hole and you were sure you'd lost it.

"carl!" you moaned out, unsure what words to use. "carl―nughhh!" no words could grasp your tongue signifying how good it felt.

your wetness seeped onto his tongue, decorating it with your pretty juices, and his finger had a rim of white surrounding it, belonging to you. his face moved up from your pussy, glancing to your own face. your head was thrown back, eyes shut and reflection twisted. "i know, baby." pumping his finger in and out of you in quick motions. "feels good, huh?"

you nodded your head, babbling incoherently despite the fact that carl couldn't make out a single word you said. he nodded with a smirk, anyway.

this was so much better now that you were awake.

"uh huh?" he was practically testing you, your moans coming out strangled and harsh. "yeah, told you i'd fix it, huh?"

and boy, did he fix it.

the sensation grew and you began to get a sudden knotted feeling in your stomach. it was foreign, new and strange. but despite that, you were sure you'd felt it before. perhaps in a dream? one of which carl had remembered all too well.

a sudden panicked state came over you. "carl" you babbled out, a hint of worry in your voice.

carl placed his free hand on your thigh, gently rubbing against it and shushing you. "shh, shh, you can take it." his mouth travelling back to where you needed him the most.

you couldn't even give him a warning.

the orgasm fell over you before you could even register what was happening. your back practically lept from the couch, good thing carl's hand had been keeping your stomach steady against the material. mewls fell from your lips, shameful mewls that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your legs shook from around his head, his name falling from your red and swollen lips like a prayer, fingers tight around his little curls.

finally, his head reappeared from it's place between your thighs, a grin on his face.

your eyes were low, sort of red. and he swore it was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen.

"feel good, huh?" pride on his smug face. he came up to meet your own by the arm of the couch, hand moving your hair past your ear.

you had this sinking, gnawing feeling as you glanced up at him. "but... what about you?" thinking that surely couldn't have made him feel good. you'd never experienced pleasure like that before, you were sure everyone in the world should get to experience it at least once.

"don't worry about me, sweet girl." peppering gentle kisses to the nape of your neck. "next time." he spoke despite his hand moving against his dick, straightening it out after his own cum leaked through his jeans.

he came in his pants because of you. again.

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[seewhatpowpowthinks]

Jinx with a reader who is topside, but has strict parents and runs away to the undercity at night just so she can feel a little freedom?

PRESSURE

+ my grammar is not the best and english is not my first language

no uses of y/n just “you” & reader makes out with Jinx & mention of saliva

fem reader and i love this request so much! hopefully you enjoy it anonymous!! my requests are open +

You were apart of a family in Piltover whose popularity had slowly began to grow. There was just so much for you to follow. You had to deal with all the pressure of being perfect to both your parent’s eyes and Piltover’s eyes. They wanted you to be the best that you could with all your studies and even down to your appearance. Despite the fact that the rest of Piltover feared Zaun, you found a sense of peace there whenever you snook out to hang out with your girlfriend Jinx.

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You change from your normal lavish piltie clothing and into clothes that Jinx had stolen from some other zaunite for you the last time you saw her. It took quite a bit but eventually you were in Zaun and headed toward Jinx’s place. You enjoyed the sight of the underground at night. The neon signs and sounds of the area were far from Piltover at this time. You felt free here. You didn’t have to worry about anything but tonight you felt off.

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You sat with Jinx at her work bench. You laid your head onto your arms as you watch her tinker with her various gadgets. She noticed your distressed facial expression. She worried as you were usually pretty happy when you came over. “Sweets, you good? You’re lookin pretty down.” Jinx gently asked as she was concerned. You lifted your head and shook your head. “It’s nothing really. I’ve just been overthinking a lot lately.” You replied. Jinx set down her things onto the workbench. “It’s not me right? Did I do something wrong?” Jinx frantically asked. “No of course not! It’s just problems up in Piltover. The typical stuff.” You assured her.

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“Alright but what type of stuff?” Jinx questioned once again. “It’s just my studies, my image, and..” You stopped yourself for a second then finished your sentence. “This.” You were talking about the sneaking out. Jinx’s head shook. “So it is about me.” She quickly retorted. You stood up as she was getting ready to walk somewhere else. “Of course not. It’s the thought of me getting caught and you getting in trouble. You just never know.” You confirmed. This made Jinx lower her guard down a bit. “Well we’ve kinda been doing this for a while. Nothings happened.” She said in return as she shrugged her shoulders. After a bit, you followed Jinx as she wanted to move to a more comfy place since it was getting late. She lead you to her sleeping area that was in her hideout. You both sat down on the comfortable covers.

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Jinx held your hand in hers. “Maybe sometimes you just need to stop thinking so damn much and just breathe..” she teased which made you let out a soft laugh. “It’s not that easy.” You teased back. “Well I sure as hell can make it easy.” Your girlfriend mumbled. Before you could say anything in return you felt Jinx’s lips crash into your own. Almost instantly, you both grabbed each other’s faces. This make out was obviously desperately needed for the both of you. Jinx’s tongue began to poke at your lips as if she was asking for entry. You granted her the opportunity and now your tongues were basically dancing with each other. After a couple of minutes of being lost in the kiss, you two pulled away slightly and were connected by a small string of saliva. Jinx giggled to herself. You knew this was going to be a long night.

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[i-liketoast]

Five's season three suit

I haven't seen anyone talk in depth about Five's SUITS in seasons three and four and since I'm just a girl who likes suits, I analysed his season 3 suit so hope you guys enjoy my weird ass analysis.

Basic things to keep in mind that since his suit has a jacket, waistcoat and pants, it would be a three piece suit and since on the jacket and waistcoat there's only one row of buttons going down it's single breasted. These are some basic bits of information that you can figure out about a suit from a single glance now onto the insanity.

First we need to talk about his suit jacket since it's the most important imo. Thankfully this was actually super easy to figure out. The jacket tapers at his waist giving him more shape and includes pocket flaps. With these details it's safe to assume the jacket is a British cut, though it diverges from a traditional British cut because as I was re-watching season 3 due to some movement when he was walking up stairs I saw that his jacket had a single vent as appose to the typical two vents British cuts have. One final thing about his jacket is the absence of a ticket pocket though I've seen British cut suits without them before so it's nothing out of the ordinary.

Next I wanted to look at the waistcoat. I have never been more thankful for drunk five and his absence of a jacket or the scene where Pogo was about to tattoo him. Since in these scenes it's clear how well tapered the waistcoat was it was easy to come to the conclusion it's a slim fit waistcoat with five buttons. But one thing I want to mention is that waistcoats typically have some kind of adjustable strap in the back so keep that in mind when I mention that it's slim fit. (but ngl I find the fact it's five buttons on the waistcoat so funny)

Now, his pants, this was weirdly enough the hardest to figure out and I had guess big time. When he stands straight the pants tend to be quite cylindrical so my safest bet was that it's a straight cut. BUT, if you look closely at his ankles, you can see a whole lot of bunching there instead of the pants ending before the shoe. That is actually called a break in suit terms and there are four types. No break, quarter break, half break and finally, full break. From just how much fabric is at his ankles it would be a full break which honestly I think he would've been better off with a half break but that's just my personal preference.

And because I am the way I am. I (under consideration) also came to the conclusion that his shirt is a pretty basic white button up dress shirt since the collar doesn't have buttons that connect it to the main part of the shirt that would make it a button down and speaking of, the collar seems to be a straight point collar being some sharpness to the look.

If you made it this far without getting bored, thank you, and as a treat I also analysed his tie. Nothing special there, just a simple knot and based on his proportions a narrow width tie. Also here's a few of the images I used to figure this out (though I used way more then these along with watching clips on youtube)

This took me half an hour plus re-watching the season and I'm not even 100% on the pants. Please like, I killed my sanity doing this. Also let me know if you want me to analyse any other suits from the show or even his season four suit.

[hellaversity]

See, this is what happens when people don't count important details in storytelling just because it's not being said outright, but rather shown through character expressions without dialogue. There were hints from the beginning that Stella was always meant to be a bad person and an obstacle to Stolas' feelings for Blitzø.

Don't believe me? Watch Loo Loo Land again with more open ears and eyes. Stella is shown throwing stuff at Stolas, including his sentient plants which he values highly and she was likely aware of that. That imp butler she threw at him means she not only abuses Stolas, but her own servants too, especially those of a particular lower class race.

Octavia's expressions here imply that this isn't an isolated incident either. That's the look of a girl who's heard this same type of arguing from her parents everyday. With how annoyed she looks, Stolas and Stella might as well have been fighting like this for years. It'd be more surprising if they didn't.

Octavia's lack of a reaction to her mom throwing a plant that almost hit her implies that this is far from the first time Stella has thrown things around the house. That is a concerning thing to get used to. Stella is also heard yelling about Stolas sleeping with an IMP, in THEIR bed. Notice the emphasis on "imp" and "our" bed. Even Stolas' only response to that is "I didn't have time to go to a motel!" It's pretty clear here that Stella is more concerned about about Stolas cheating on her with an imp specifically and ruining her reputation than the fact that he cheated at all.

If she was truly upset about the cheating itself, she would've said something more along the lines of "I can't believe you slept with someone else!" or something like that. Throwing their imp butler and him saying "You wanna fuck this one too?" and calling Stolas "pathetic, imp-sucking face" is all you need to know that Stella is making it more about WHO Stolas cheated on her with than the fact that he cheated. Keep in mind that this argument was going on right in front of Via, who didn't even say anything or try to stop it.

Octavia here says "You two done screaming for the day?" with little emotion, and Stolas' reply basically amounts to "Yup" without hesitation. More and more proof that his marriage with Stella was NEVER happy and never something that he wanted.

Later in the episode, Via does say that her parents used to love each other, even though we as the audience know it's not true. Stolas even tries to explain to her that he and Stella were never in love to begin with, but he didn't have the words. Because how exactly can you explain to your daughter that you and your wife were in an arranged marriage since you guys were kids for the sole purpose of producing a child, without offending her and making her think she was only born for one purpose? Or better yet, what reason is there to assume that she'd actually believe you?

People have looked at this picture on the wall and somehow came to the conclusion that Stolas and Stella used to be in a happy, loving relationship based on this picture alone, just because Stella is smiling in it. But if you look cloesly, you'll see that smile on Stella is barely there. She's very obviously faking it to keep up an image. She's forcing it so people won't get suspicious. This is the vision of Stella that Octavia remembers from her youth, which is exactly why she was naive enough to believe that her parents genuinely loved each other before Blitzø came along for a one night stand in hopes of getting the grimoire. Sure, she had seen them arguing and fighting with each other before that, but that's mainly because most if not all parents have gotten into nasty arguments at some point that their children were more likely than not to witness.

Stella is barely looking at Stolas there, clearly rolling her eyes and just wanting the picture to be overwith already. Stolas is genuinely happy there, but that's because his "little owlette" is there with him. He's not looking at Stella at all. Another picture in their house with just Stolas and Stella together has both of them frowning and looking at the camera, not each other. Octavia is the only thing to come out of Stolas' marriage that ever gave him any real happiness. She was the only reason he stayed at that house.

That scene where Stella ignores Octavia's cry for help when she's having a nightmare and tells Stolas to go check on her instead is more evidence that Stella had never been a nice person or a good mother. You could argue that she was just too tired to do anything about it, but look again. Stolas was just as tired as she was, yet he still went out of way to comfort his "little Starfire" when she was having a bad dream. Octavia may have called for both of her parents, but she said she had a bad dream about her father disappearing. Not her parents, just her father.

Also notice the drawings in Octavia's bedroom when she's a child. Look at how many of them are of her and Stolas together, but Stella is nowhere to be found in those drawings. That shows how close Via is to her father, especially when she was a little girl, but was never really close to her mother at all. Sure, those drawings are no longer in Via's room when she's a teen in the present, but remember that her and Stolas gradually got less close to each other as the years went by and their relationship got more flawed, to the point that Via questions if her dad even loves her anymore and literally listens to music about hating dads. But the fact remains that there were never any drawings of Stella in her daughter's room and there still isn't now is pretty telling that Stella was never a good mom, still isn't now and likely never will be.

Now look at The Harvest Moon Festival. If Loo Loo Land didn't convince you that Stella was a bitch, then this episode sure will. Stella's only scene in the episode is her screaming into a phone while she's talking to Striker about wanting Stolas dead. Right in front of him and Octavia. While Via is listening to music that's too loud for her to have even heard the screaming, Stolas heard it pretty clearly. But he had no reaction to his own wife screeching about hiring an assassin to kill him. Him being completely unphased by something like that is surely a sign that Stella had always hated his guts and he knew about it. He likely heard her shouting at the top of her lungs about wanting to murder him with her own bare hands. If he's not reacting to Stella talking to Striker on the phone about planning his death in front of him, he might as well have been hearing shit like that from her for years.

Not counting the pilot, those are the only two scenes with Stella in season 1. Both scenes depicted her in the same light. A loud, violent bitch in a loveless marriage. Therefore, her reveal in The Circus about always hating Stolas from the get go is not a retcon. Not that there was even much known about her character for there to be retconned in the first place, but her few scenes before that episode showed her doing and saying nothing BUT horrible things.

As for Stolitz, Blitzø is more than once implied to return Stolas' feelings for him. He just never said it out loud and is in denial about his own feelings. He's not even aware that Stolas' love for him is genuine because between their reuniting at the Not Divorce Party and their fumbled fake date at Ozzie's, Stolas has only ever talked to Blitzø with sexual innuendos. So Blitzø had no reason to assume that Stolas was legitimately in love with him and didn't just want him for sexy times, because Stolas hadn't really been helping his case. Blitzø ranted to Fizzarolli about Stolas "acting" like he cared about him outside of sex.

Everytime Blitzø talks about Stolas treating him like his own personal fuck toy, he looks and sounds pretty upset about it. I doubt he'd care all that much about his relationship with Stolas being transactional fucking if he didn't like him back. Right after the fake date gone wrong at Ozzie's, Blitzø is looking at several pictures saved in his phone, one of them being a photo of him Stolas laying together in bed. Blitzø looks genuinely happy in that photo, he's even smiling. He DOES enjoy being around Stolas. When Loona comforts him after Bee's party, he can be heard whispering the names of all the people he cares about and is close to. Those people being Loona, Moxxie, Millie and.... Stolas.

In Seeing Stars, Blitzø blushes when seeing Stolas in his human form and you can see his pupils dialating for a few seconds before he changes for a few seconds. I don't know about you, but I don't blush at anyone i'm not in love with when they get a new look. Pupils dialating are also a commom indication that you're looking at something you love. Later in that episode, Blitzo nervously sweats when Stolas whispers into his ear with a seductive voice, smiles at Stolas specifically when he causes the whole audience to laugh, and holds his hand while they run out of the burning building. Blitzø did not need to hold Stolas' hand. He could've just said "Hey, let's get the fuck outta here," and Stolas wouldn't have hesitated. On top of that, they are still shown holding hands long after they escaped and only let go once they see their daughters.

Now, onto the most complicated scene involving the Stolitz relationship, during Blitzø's ball tripping hallucination where he sees Stolas on top of a staircase and is being pulled towards him with chains. Already not a good sign. But Blitzø was already climbing the staircase before the chains appeared. Even when he saw Stolas above him, he didn't run away. He briefly walked towards him before being dragged towards him. He's seen blushing once he reaches the top and Stolas caresses his face. Also notice how the art style in Blitzø's ball trip sequence was completely different from how the show normally looks, but the moment he saw Stolas the art style changed back to normal. Meaning that Blitzø feels the most like himself when he's around Stolas.

He just wants to be in a legit, healthy relationship with Stolas out of love, not the transactional fuck buddy situation he's in right now. He wishes that Stolas would stop calling him degrading nicknames like "impish little plaything" and is bothered by the power imbalance between the two of them.

"Show, don't tell" is an important writing tool that isn't respected these days. If a story isn't being anvilicious and spoonfeeding you information with heavy-handed exposition and infodumps left and right, then foreshadowing details get dismissed and ignored, with some people straight up saying they don't count because it's not being spelled out to them every 5 seconds. This is why some people still insist that Stella's villainy was retconned and that Blitzø has no interest in Stolas despite evidence to the contrary. They were paying more attention to their headcanons than what the show actually presented, and got mad when their headcanons were contradicted by canon.

[uraichievents]

UraIchi Week 2024

Monday, July 1st, 2024 - Sunday, July 7th, 2024

AO3 Collection

Full Prompts List Submitted This Year

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What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2024. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Themes:

July 1st, Day 1: i've met you before / i'll meet you again / this is the first time we've met.. right?

Time Travel / Dimension Travel

Identity Porn / Hidden Identities

“I've suffered from traumatic dreams of my past lives since I was a child, and I'm just now realizing that coming up to a beautiful stranger who looks like someone I've seen die a thousand times in a thousand different ways at a bar and asking if we've met before sounds a lot like a come-on haha no wait come back that doesn't mean I'm not desperately attracted to you please kiss me again” AU

July 2nd, Day 2: It's fact that killable problems are not real problems.

Murder Husbands

Ichigo is Deadpool / unbreakable / any other accidentally immortal being who is really kind of annoyed about it (because it’s boring, and he’s still young enough to be within his lifespan, but it sure takes the fun out of fighting).

All the times Ichigo died, he ACTUALLY died, he just came back. Every time he comes back, he comes back Wronger.

July 3rd, Day 3: Things I Should've Told You / Things I Don't Tell Anyone Else

The skeletons in your closet are about to overflow. Would you like me to tidy it up?

Ichigo is experimenting with self-expression, a hobby, etc., making up for lost time as a regular teenager. Urahara is always the first one (sometimes only one) to see or hear about a new idea.

“The person I trust most is you.”

July 4th, Day 4: Sword and Shield

I am yours to command, use me as you please.

Shiba!Ichigo and Second Division!Kisuke

Summoner/Mage AU: Paired summons who are good apart but unmatched together.

July 5th, Day 5: That One is Mine

Hollow Instincts / Feral Protective

Possessive!Kisuke: He stepped aside for Sui-Feng because Yoruichi was always master first and friend second and love interest never, and because Yoruichi wanted her in a way she's never wanted him. But Ichigo is different, and everyone soon realizes that when Kisuke truly wants something, he always gets it in the end.

“Death can’t have you. You’re mine.”

July 6th, Day 6: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some are born, some are made, and some decide being a monster's pretty fucking cool.

Visored!Urahara Kisuke AU / Vasto Lorde!Kurosaki Ichigo AU

“Ichigo forges a friendship with his Hollow in the Shattered Shaft” AU

vs. Gotei 13 AU: Ichigo time travels back from a future where he was chained to the throne as the next Soul King by the Shinigami.

July 7th, Day 7: Creator’s Choice!

As always, the above prompts are all optional, and you’re free to come with your own ideas. You can also find an excel sheet with all the prompts submitted this year linked up above, so feel free to look through that if you want, and you can also make a copy for yourself.

And that’s it! We’re looking forward to what everyone comes up with!

[pigcowboys]

Hi boo(i hope that was not too cringe)! Could you pls do a percy jackson, enemies to lovers! story? Like in everyone in the Camp knows their hatred against each other but then they get send on a quest together and end up kissing each other to disguise their quest?!

I would really appreciate it!

Have a good Day!

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader (2nd pov is used but someone does say 'chick')

summary: much to your displeasure, you find yourself on a quest with the one person you hate the most.

warning(s): BICKERING. mutual pining (they just don't know it yet.), kissing, swearing, enemies to lovers.

a/n: IT WASNT CRINGE DWW HAHA, i tried my best!! school starts for me pretty soon so im trying to write as much as i can before i have to go back.. (also im sorry abt the images i dont know whats going on with my computer.)

you hated them, everyone of them.

that wretched camp and it's obnoxious staff oh, and don't even get you started on that stupid oracle. she set you up! they all did.

gods, why of all people did it have to be him?

perseus jackson - most of the time shortened to just percy jackson, maybe even peter johnson at times. what an ass he was.

believe it or not when you first came to camp half-blood you had actually taken a liking to him. he was cute, full of energy and full of endless bravery, your exact type.

you weren't sure when it begun, your hatred for him, that is. it kind of just..started. when? not sure. your exact guess must've been that one valentine's day when he accidentally sneaked the last muffin at breakfast. yeah, that must've been it.

to be honest though, you didn't need a reason. you just did, and you weren't exactly quiet about it either. from the day you started to hate his guts all his advances to be nice to you were met with a glare or a huff. sometimes you'd just straight up walk away from him.

so, it basically didn't take him long to send you back the same glares or huffs or even the smallest mutter of 'geez, not this chick again..' everyone hoped the feud would dissipate, that the two of you would grow the fuck up and call a truce.

too bad their prayers didn't help.

infact, you were pretty sure that even if the gods themselves came down from olympus and said 'get along or die right here' you'd pick the latter in a heartbeat.

so, when you'd initially been called into chiron for some 'great news' you'd expected him to tell you that percy had finally decided to leave camp - or that you'd won the lottery. fuck, you wished that was it.

"hey, stay on your side, bucko!" you said, nudging percy to the side aggressively. "i'm not on the market, especially for you."

"can you be serious for second!" percy snapped back, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "we have to prove to chiron that we can do this." he turned back to face the front. "or...we're in for another lecture."

"i wouldn't mind, really," you grinned. "i've perfected the art of sleeping with my eyes open."

"if only you could perfect the art of silence.."

you glared at him.

the two of you were submerged underwater at the moment in one of percy's bubbles. chiron had asked of you to go to queens in order to do..something? you didn't really pay attention to chiron at the time - besides, you were thinking about drowning yourself in the nearest lake when you'd heard the percy going on the quest with you in tow. the only thing you could remember was that it was super important to not let anyone see you.

something about the appearance of two demigod children to monster being dangerous? you weren't sure why he thought the things wouldn't be able to sniff you out anyways.

the bubble wasn't even your idea to be fair. you'd suggested just taking the train, as it much easier but percy disagreed - as usual. said it would be quicker to just swim over via bubble transfer and although you wanted to disagree, you settled on the idea that the station at this time would be packed as hell.

so you bit your tongue and allowed yourself to be trapped in a bubble with percy for about a half an hour or so.

"ugh, how much longer..?" you asked, adjusting your clothes uneasily. the bubble wasn't by any means uncomfortable just..kind of warm? weirdly enough. percy didn't spare you a glance only opting to shurg his shoulder slightly as he focused on the vast ocean in front of the two of you.

you glared at him from your spot in the bubble, uncomfortably crossing your legs as you turned away from him, jumping when you realized a never before seen fish was staring into your soul from outside the bubble. it wasn't a surprise to you to see the fish, percy was the son of poseidon, you expected him to go full aquaman one day and pull up to camp half blood with a stream of wild dolphins and squids.

still, the beady little dead eyes scared the shit out of you. and in your natural knee jerk reflex, you moved back, inching into percy and bumping his shoulder. he turned to face you with a distasteful look, face contorting in confusion when he noticed the small school of fish now gathering.

your face morphed into one of uncomfort as you gazed at the tons of fish that seemed to spawn out of nowhere. "uh..can you call your friends off?"

percy seemed to share a look with the fish, a look of embarrassment flashing over his face briefly as he glared at them intensely. you looked on at the exchange in silence because, was he really talking to fishes? the fish eventually scrammed after a while and you and percy were back on your way. silence fell over the two of you before you spoke up suddenly.

"i didn't know you spoke fish.."

"drop it."

"i think we're here." percy annouced as the bubble started to drift closer to shore. were you guys there? you weren't sure at all. you were just happy to be out of that bubble - the close proximity was making you break out.

you were in fact there, somehow. and it was by then it hit you that this was a quest - a really important mission for a demigod and since it was assigned to specifically you and percy, it meant you had to deliver.

your duo walked towards the city, looking around for any suspicious looking civilians or any sign of irregular activity. it would've been an easy task to scope out the objective of the mission if it wasn't for percy's loud breathing.

seriously, you could hear him practically breathing down your neck as the two of you walked. him and his stupid big nostrils - you couldn't focus.

"mind breathing a little less loud?"

percy blinked at you. "these requests are starting to get literally concerning." his face contorted in confusion. "how the hell does one 'breathe a little less loud' ?"

"they not be percy jackson."

"that wasn't even english??"

you were about to say something else smart when a couple of people ahead caught your attention, they weren't inherently weird looking but, you got this vibe from them - that they weren't completely human. your mind raced as you looked around as nonchalantly as you could.

there were people here. to your right, 2 parents and their one hyperactive son who clawed at the ice cream in front of him with his tongue, a bright smile on his face and to your left a group of younger looking teenage girls who were chatting brightly. most likely about hair dye because their highlights were so bright they were giving you eye cancer.

you thought fast. pulling percy by his wrist as you dashed down the street, rushing into the nearest store slash tourist attraction you could as you pushed him into the corner roughly, looking behind you to see if the people had followed you.

he gave you a completely surprised look, slight annoyance forming on his face as he exhaled heavily. "is there any reason you felt like dragging me into this.." he looked around, eyes landing on a random cowboy hat that was situated on a hook in the corner of the place. "slightly..cool place?" he finished, grabbing the cowboy hat and observing it curiously.

"i saw them, well - i think i did.." you mumbled out, looking around erratically as you watched out for any signs of being followed. percy quirked an eyebrow at you.

"the IRS finally caught you orr.."

"percy, this is serious!" you exclaimed, growing slightly embarrassed when the store owner shot the two of you a look. you smiled at the owner awkwardly, ushering percy into a corner with your hand.

"look, i'm pretty sure i found the guys we were going here for." you said, still stealing glances behind you. "i saw them..just now, when were walking."

"did they follow us?" percy asked, more seriously now.

"i'm not sure," you frowned.

percy thought for a moment before speaking once more."they wouldn't do anything with all these humans here - we just have to make sure we blend in."

"and how do you suppose we do that?"

percy grinned at you, reaching over to grab another hat that was right next to the one he'd picked up earlier.

you grimaced, who's idea was it to put you two together?

"do you think we lost them?"

"nah, we definitely still need the disguises."

the two of you were situated on the street currently, attempting to look as normal as possible. though, it was pretty hard to with these stupid cowboy hats percy insisted the two of you had to wear. claimed it would be "inconspicuous" but in reality it was extremely, eye catching.

you figured he just wanted you to wear it so he could laugh behind your back about how utterly foolish you looked. it didn't help that he'd picked out the hat with the corniest design for you - and it was bedazzled.

you let of a huff of frustration. "can we switch? this one's too big on me., i'm half blind here, man."

"you'll live," percy reassured. "besides, it's better if they can't see your face."

"what's the use? they'll just sniff us out eventually."

percy shot you a look. "you're no fun."

you opened your mouth to say something when percy's face changed as he locked eyes with something behind you. you barely had time to react when he pulled you into a brutal bear hug, turning you away from whatever it was that was behind you.

your muscles tensed as your face started to burn with embarrassment. a "what the fuck, percy?" was muffled into his shirt as you felt the presence of the monsters nearing closer. your heart sank to your feet as realized how near they were really.

"whatever i do.." percy whispered in your ear. "just promise you won't be too mad."

"what're you talk-"

and then before you knew it, you'd lost your lip virginity. i mean, it wasn't the worst first kiss story you'd have to tell people. boy kissed me in order to distract the bloodthirsty monsters that were tracking us down! wow, how romantic.

in all honesty, you knew percy just did what he had to do. you knew he just had to keep you to keep your disguises up. that was probably the rest why you leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to rest on his chest as his brutal bear hug eased into more a gentle hug, his hands moving the hold your hips.

the kiss had to look real - romantic. that's why you pretend to be so into it that you let out a satisfied hum. you weren't sure if the monsters had moved on from the two of you, you weren't even sure if you were safe at all in the moment. but, it was starting to get hard to think as your mind swirled with various conflicting thoughts that stemmed from your actions at the moment.

percy broke the kiss, his eyes gazing into your curiously as he removed his hands from your hips slowly. you removed your hand from his chest, pulling away gently. your eyes searched his own for any sign of discomfort or disgust as you started to grow weary of the fact he'd just stolen your first kiss.

yet, you were surprised to find that there was none - just confusion and surprise. you tore your eyes away from him, clearing your throat. as you fixed your outfit. "i..i think i saw them go somewhere over there." you pointed at the secluded alleyway not too far from where you and percy stood. "let's go - we can get the drop on them."

percy stared at you for a moment before nodding, slightly dazed and following you towards the alleyway silently.

the ride back home - or should you say float back home was silent, as it always was. though, something different seemed to be hanging in the air this time. a feeling of awkwardness that was mostly unnatural to you and percy.

you wanted to ask about it - the kiss, why did he do it? why was that first thing he came up with? why did he lean into you slightly? why did the world seemed to stop for a second when your lips met and most of all whyyy the hell did you want it to happen again?

you stole a glance at percy. the two of you were a few feet away from each other, on opposite sides of the bubble. maybe you were going crazy or something but did percy look..good? you swore it was just because of the mixed feelings you had about him being your first but you couldn't shake the thought about how beautiful he looked in the moment.

okay, something's not right.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you blurted out suddenly, shifting positions as you leaned forward slightly. percy turned to look at you, he wasn’t annoyed nor angry, not even suicidal. he looked, enamored — and slightly caught off guard by your question.

"talk about what exactly?"

your eyebrows furrowed. "you kissed me, percy jackson." you pointed at him accusingly. "and you liked it."

percy blew a raspberry, a slightly surprised look on his face. "what makes you think i liked it?"

you paused. had you read something wrong? you thought about dropping the idea but thought against it, deciding to die on that hill. "because your hands somehow found their way onto my hips," you started. "and your lips pursed — and your heartbeat picked up little by the little the longer it lasted."

you crossed your legs, inching away from percy as you gave him a small frown. "and..you looked at me weird." percy's face was flushed as he looked at you silently from his position on the other side of the bubble.

"how did i look at you..?"

you glanced at him. "like you didn't want to drown me in the lake and leave my body for the fishes." you joked. "like..you didn't hate me."

"i don't hate you."

your head spun towards percy, your eyes widened comically. you opened your mouth to say something but the words were caught in your throat. percy analyzed you before speaking once more.

"i don't think i ever have, it's just - you're very annoying." percy sighed. "and it sucks because you're more attractive than you think you are." you stared at him in silence. your heart pounded in your chest as you gulped.

"do you like me?"

"do you like me?" percy repeated with emphasis on the me.

you laughed, inching towards percy on the other side of the bubble. "i do." you stopped in front of him, a warm smile on your face as you watched a smile break out onto his face. "i like you too." he whispered, staring at you quietly before leaning forward slightly to test the waters.

you instantly took the bait, leaning forward as well as you locked lips with percy one again. a bolt of lightning shot through you as you leaned into his touch, placing your hand on his shoulder as you climbed into his lap. percy seemed more than happy to have you there, his hands coming to rest on your hips so he could keep you steady.

you broke the kiss, hands slithering around his neck as you looked down at him with a small smile. you were about to say something when your attention was brought to the sickly sight of a line of fish outside the bubble once again. you yelped in surprise, stumbling back slightly and if it wasn't for percy's grip on you, you probably would've busted your ass.

percy looked behind him, slightly annoyed at the presence of the fish. it lingered for a bit longer before dashing off reluctantly. at which point, percy turned to you with a frown. you eyed him curiously.

"what?"

"he's going to tell everyone about the '2 demigods getting it on in the bottom of the sea'. "

[theinfernaldesiremachine]

I want to know more about the guy who threw three tons of type into the Thames, please! Thank you!!

So first, thank you for this ask. I love talking about this guy, and you gave me an excuse to fact-check all of the absurd things I’ve learned about him over the past year or so and, as a result, learn even more absurd things about him. But oh man, where to start. So those tags were about a guy named Thomas James Cobden-Sanderson (often written about as T. J. Cobden-Sanderson, TJCS here for efficiency). He was an absolutely fascinating dude – quit like three or four different career paths before actually becoming a lawyer and just fucking hating it. He was hanging out with his buddy William Morris (yes, THAT William Morris*) lamenting his lack of satisfying work when Morris’s wife Jane (yes THAT Jane Morris**) suggested he try his hand at bookbinding. (Side note (there are going to be so many side notes): TJCS is the one who coined the name “Arts and Crafts” for the decorative arts movement that Morris basically founded, and TJCS was hugely influential in that circle as well.) He started a bookbinding apprenticeship and just kind of blew everyone away. He was crazy good at it much faster than he should have been, and he founded the Doves Bindery (named after the nearby pub, not the bird) with capital from his wife.

(The biggest side note: TJCS was a hard core Wife Guy, and Annie Cobden-Sanderson was insanely cool in her own right. She was a famous suffragette, was arrested and imprisoned for demonstrating in the lobby of parliament, and was an evangelist for vegetarianism. This whole post could be about her, actually. TJCS thought she was so cool that he took her name – he was T. J. Sanderson, she was Annie Cobden, and when they married, they both took the name Cobden-Sanderson. She went to the U.S. in the early 20th century to teach the suffragettes there what she had learned protesting in England, so I feel like she is in part responsible for my right to vote. Love her.)

Okay, but back to TJCS. Our very talented, very egotistical, very tempestuous little dude was Not Satisfied binding whatever books came in the door because he had big feelings about what the Ideal Book should be. To that end, he teamed up with printer and engraver Emery Walker, William Morris’s former partner at the Kelmscott Press (yes, THAT Kelmscott Press***) to found the Doves Press so that he could create the most beautiful books by printing only the most beautiful words. TJCS was the “visionary and fanatic” (his words) and Walker was the technician. TJCS commissioned a new typeface to be used exclusively by the Doves Press. It was based on some of the most beautiful typography ever created – the capitals based on Nicholas Jensen’s 15th century roman that’s still considered one of the standards of perfection in type design (if you’ve ever used Centaur or read a book set in it, that’s kind of the contemporary version of Jensen’s roman). The Doves Press was unexpectedly successful and it along with Kelmscott Press laid the foundation for what would be the fine press movement of the 20th century. The Doves Bindery now only bound Doves Press books, and if you have a local library or museum that has examples in their collection, it’s well worth the trip to go look at these books.

(The opening of Genesis from The Doves Bible, widely regarded as one of the most perfect books ever printed, image from Jonkers Rare Books.)

Of course, “tempestuous” and “egotistical” are not a great recipe for long and healthy partnerships, even when coupled with “very talented,” and TJCS and Walker had a mega falling out. TJCS was a perfectionist the level of which it is hard to overstate. Walker was… not. He was a printer. You printed your pages, and that was that; sometimes there were going to be errors. Also, he liked to make money. The Doves Type was widely regarded as the most beautiful typeface in existence, and there were lots of folks willing to pay to use it in their own printing pursuits like advertising and other commercial work. I’m sure you can imagine how well this went over with TJCS. After what seemed like endless fighting, a mutual friend, Sydney Cockerell****, suggested a compromise: TJCS would get exclusive use of the Doves Type for the rest of his life, but Emery Walker would own it and could do whatever he wanted with it once TJCS died. Walker figured this was the best he was going to get and agreed. TJCS agreed at the time, but as he got older, he got even more tempestuous and obsessive, and this is where the river comes in. Dude grabbed all of the matrices and punches (the stuff you would need to make more of the Doves Type) and literally threw it into the Thames. Fine, now the only Doves Type that exists is what’s in active use by the Doves Press. That was not good enough for our good friend and Weird Little Guy TJCS. No, in addition to throwing the matrices and punches into the river, he ALSO threw every last piece of type in the workshop into the river. This is fucking hilarious because it’s not like a print shop just has a few copies of the alphabet laying around. A working press (even a small one) like the Doves Press had literally more than a ton of type in the workshop. TJCS was so petty and so determined that only HE would ever get to use this type that he made almost TWO HUNDRED trips to Hammersmith Bridge to dump type in the river.

And the story doesn’t even end there! And I’m typing this alone on my couch instead of trying to retell the abridged version over drinks with friends, so guess what? You get the rest of the story too! The Doves Type is still to this day considered one of the most beautiful typefaces ever created, and I get to introduce you to another single-minded, obsessive little guy who REALLY REALLY wanted to create the most accurate digital facsimile possible of the Doves Type. His name is Robert Green, and at first he was just looking at the texts printed by the Doves Press and trying to recreate it from the printed pages themselves. He did a pretty good job. In his quest, read everything he could about TJCS and the Doves Press, including TJCS’s diaries. I’m not sure anyone before Green really took literally TJCS’s declaration that the type had been “dedicated & consecrated” to the river but Green sure did. He even figured out that TJCS’s bridge of choice must have been Hammersmith. And then he started digging around. Almost a hundred years after TJCS donated it to the Thames, Green found a piece of the Doves Type in the mud under Hammersmith Bridge. With help from Port of London Authority divers, more than one hundred and fifty pieces of the Doves Type were recovered, and Green was able to revise his facsimile based on actual specimens.

The absolutely insane consequence of this is that YOU, dear friend, can buy your own license to the Doves Type and use it for whatever unhinged purpose you can dream up. Whether your interests align with TJCS and you also want to create the Ideal Book, or you feel like typesetting your favorite shitpost, one of the most beautiful typefaces ever cut is at your disposal.

Feels a little silly to put the footnotes under the cut given how long this got, but we're running solely on vibes now, so here we go.

*Founding member of the Arts and Crafts movement, iconic designer, you definitely know who William Morris is. Or at least you've seen his wallpaper.

**Similarly, textile artist, muse and model for the painters of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and Arts and Crafts movement, you know who Jane Morris is.

***If you know Kelmscott press, it's likely because you know The Kelmscott Chaucer. It is widely considered one of the most beautiful books ever printed, and it's likely that you've seen images of its pages if your interests run bookish at all (and I kind of assume they do if you've managed to read this far).

****Okay, so I footnoted Sydney Cockerell mostly to talk about his younger brother, Douglas. You probably don't know who Douglas Cockerell was, but I think you should! The fine binding tradition in England is an incredibly vibrant community of artists, and many of them can trace their education directly to TJCS through his apprentice Douglas Cockerell. Cockerell quickly became a giant in the craft and trained a generation of bookbinders himself, notably Bernard Middleton, another deeply talented binder and teacher who taught many, including Dominic Riley, from whom I have been lucky enough to take classes.

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Damon, Toshiko and Eva with a platonic s/o thats the most cuddly, most adorable big sister-like friend.

No problem, buddy. I'm sorry to make you wait so long. I hope it was worth it. And I hope reader is the best big sister for these three. Sorry I've been away for so long…. I'm sorry that I almost gave up. hope my work will compensate you.

Pice of Pie with Cup of Coffee! Ready to receive!

Big sister s/o who is best friend

Paring: Character x Fem!BigSister!Reder

Damon Maitsu

You are the Ultimate Therapist. There is a year difference between you

In appearance, you are a mirror image of Damon in the female mirror. However, in character, you are his opposite. You are always calm, patient, helpful and get along well with people.

You saw that after, Damon is close to exploding while talking to Wolfgang. You stepped in, behind im Damon burst out and said something he didn't mean.

Before you dispersed to your rooms, you entered the storeroom, taking from it a set of walkie-talkies.

You are officially the sister of the whole class.

Damon is no one along the lines of MasterChef or a professional chef. His breakfasts, however, are the stuff of legends. You are the only one who has, the privilege of having Damon get up in the morning and fry you a stack of pancakes or bake you cinnamon rolls.(Once Kai saw you two in the kitchen. He brought several people with him. Damon wanted to strangle him, but you calmed him down. With a little motivation, Damon made for everyone that day, bread pudding for breakfast. It became a hit in class)

Damon, has no problem with things getting messed up for him. He usually goes shopping and buys new clothes. However, the sweater he wears he got from you. Whenever he damages it, he comes to you and asks you to fix it.(Damon is always embarrassed if he damages his sweater. You, however, always never see the problem. You are always ready, him to make a new sweater)

No one knows that, not even you. Damon always, when he gets stressed during debates, puts his hand in his pocket. There he always has the snake key ring he got from you. Although he's not superstitious, it's his good luck talisman.

Do you think Damon is not the party type ? You are right. The exception is dress-up parties. These types of parties are conquered by you two. The Maitsu siblings always have the best outfit. For the first Halloween at the academy, you performed like Tanjirou and Nezuko.(Your most legendary disguise, was how you came to be, as Morticia and Gomez. You as Gomez, Damon, as Morticia. It turned out, that evening, that Damon walks better in stilettos than you do)

Damon suffers from sleeplessness, so most often, once you spend the night at his place or in your room. To help him fall asleep, you sing him a lullaby that your grandmother used to sing to you.

Eva Tsunaka

You are Ultimate Kendoka. There is a year difference between you.

You are the only person who knows her secret.

Grace hates you, and Kai, Mark and Jett, are even afraid of you.(Maybe Eva is indifferent to all the insults directed toward her. You, however, are no longer indifferent)

You are fans of Demon Slayers. You spent most of your time at home, so you two were looking for all sorts of things to kill time. You got so caught up in this anime that you even taught Eve the basics of kendo.(Once you went to a convention, as Mitsuri and Obanai)

When Eva was sad, you always combed her hair. It calms her down, and combing her hair is a pleasant feeling. Especially since Eva hates doing it, so she prefers it all the more when someone does it for her.

You know everything about everything in the classroom. No matter what happens, you guys know it. You exchange new information in the news on a regular basis.

When you met Damon and Diane, you immediately loved them. Being Eva's new friends, they automatically became your friends.(Damon almost fainted when he went to see you along with Eva. Still everyone remembers what you did with Grace and Kai. Of course, Kai exaggerated it, but others don't need to know about it 😘)

You and Eva have your own language that you use to communicate when you are in public.(It is a combination of Latin, Japanese with the addition, a few syllables of Slavic. It is so complex and little understood that no one even tries to decipher it. It makes you wonder whether to teach it to Damon)

Since childhood you have shared a room. You may have separate ones, however, as besties, you prefer to live in one. Of course, movie nights, home beauty parlors, late-night gossip, pillow battles, late-night game marathons and many other entertainments have been your routine for years.

You got her into Pokemon games. Since the second generation, the obligatory Pokemon in Eva's lineup, is Scizor, which she calls by your name.

Toshiko Kayura

You are the former Ultimate Chocolatier. You are six years older than Toshiko.

Despite the big age difference, it doesn't stop you from being best friends.

You taught Toshiko about traditional Japanese culture, customs and much more.(The kimono that Toshiko now wears previously belonged to you. You taught her how to tie a kimono)

Your sweets can replace oxygen for Toshiko. But she takes your concern and instructions to heart, so she eats healthy so she can eat as many sweets as she can.(Your parents are in shock. Toshiko has always hated vegetables, and all it takes is one word from you and he will eat them without whining. They can ask and threaten, without result)

Toshiko is free advertising for you. As a gift, it offers everyone chocolates made by you. Even people who don't like chocolate love your products.(Toshiko can advertise effectively. Once she said that when you were in the academy your chocolates were still ordered by Queen Elizabeth II herself. No one checks whether this is true)

She tried to snare you with Damon when she noticed that he was getting stressed in your company.(Not that she likes him. But all for young love and the plot)

Every excursion to a place of interest to you, or holidays, trips or other occasions, are captured by you in photos. You both have a place on the wall where you attach, each photo and new memory. Sometimes you still write down interesting quotes.

You met her class when she invited you to their Thanksgiving feast. You brought your Black Forest Cake with you. That's also when you met Wenone. You took a liking to each other, and Wenone offered to help you develop your delicious business.(Since then, Wenona has become a step-sister to Toshiko)

Toshiko has a habit of giving nicknames related to desserts, especially Japanese ones. She calls you “Castella.”(One of the most complex and elegant desserts. Worthy of you)

You match outfits for family occasions. You usually go shopping together and advise each other on what clothes fit you. Never mind that most of the time Toshiko wears clothes she took after you or got from you.

I did it! Sorry for VERY late. Pls enjoy and don't hate me.

Love you all!

[ryin-silverfish]

Hello, let's say I'm writing a fanfic, I wanted to know information about the Jade Emperor 👉👈 something like his personality? his role as emperor of heaven? sorry for the inconvenience.

Whoosh. It's one of those questions I hesitate to answer, because so much stuff are involved that it's hard to do it in a satisfactory manner.

First: the "Jade Emperor" name, or sth similar, is first mentioned in Tao Hongjing's Zhenling Weiye Tu, gained popular usage as a nice-sounding name in Tang poetry, and was officially merged together with the Heavenly Emperor sacrificed to by the imperial court during Song Zhenzong's reign.

Though the officially sanctioned sacrifice doesn't seem to continue past Northern Song, it has affected folk beliefs and vernacular fiction enough that the mass pretty much equated JE with the Heavenly Emperor, who rules over the celestial court in the same way a human emperor rules over the mortal one.

As such, it's very hard to pin down a "personality", because it's like asking "what's the typical personality of a ___ dynasty emperor": do you pick the best, the worst, the most significant, or the most mediocre as your exemplar?

Of course, you can still answer questions such as "What do the emperor's officials expect from him, what power do he hold over his subjects and what is the limitation of that power, and how's a good or bad emperor defined in creative works?"

So that's what I'll try to do for JE.

In religious worship, JE is certainly one of the more "serious" deities when it comes to attitude and rituals of worship, because of his status as the ruler of the celestial bureaucracy grants immense power over the life of regular mortals, and also, in a way, greater distance from the worshippers.

(Doesn't mean the folk celebration of his birthday isn't a grand, bustling affair, but there tend to be some restriction on the type of sacrificial offerings, the things you pray to him for, and the representation of his images in worship.)

The more organized Daoists put him up there with the Three Pure Ones, not necessarily in a hierarchical way. Some made JE the Three Pure Ones' subordinates, others one of the Three Pure Ones/their successor, and came up with an origin story for JE that was basically just a reskinned version of Sakyamuni's.

However, as we get closer to the folk side of things, JE tends to be the Big Honcho in the Sky, period. The top gods of the Daoist and Buddhist pantheons may be seen as equally or more powerful and competent, but their relation to JE is like that of venerable Daoist/Buddhist masters to the emperor.

Essentially, they'll be asked by the emperor to use their miraculous powers and solve problems, and given a lot of respect, but it doesn't mean they have any supreme political authority over the imperial court.

Which is kinda what you see in JTTW too. And bc vernacular literature both inspire and take inspiration from folk religion without being literal religious scriptures, JE can be just as benevolent, foolish, or petty as any traditional emperor.

As for his role: all the departments of the Celestial Court ultimately answer to him. This includes the Thunder Bureau (in charge of weather as well as divine justice) and other departments that control natural phenomena, the various stellar gods in charge of fate and fortune, the martial warrior deities with exorcist functions, and many, many more.

The bureaucratic division means he probably doesn't have to micromanage every tiny thing, but in vernacular novels, we do see him drafting orders for weather events, and gods involved in weather creation mentioning that they can only make a thing happen with JE's permission/can't go against official guidelines without consequences.

Oh, and also, in popular folklore, all the Kitchen Gods will go to JE and make report on their respective mortal households on the 23/24th of the twelfth lunar month, and return on the fourth day of next month.

Thus the customs of giving honey/sticky candy to the Kitchen God to make sure he can't say anything bad about your family to his boss.

However, just for fun: if you subscribe to the "1 day in Celestial Realm = 1 year in mortal realm" theory, the Kitchen Gods will be making one presentation every day by Celestial Standard Time.

And I can just imagine their presentations being the last hour a celestial official has to endure before they get off work, during which they nod, clap on cue, and desperately wish they are somewhere else.

(Happy Lunar New Year, btw.)

[pyrettawychwiggin]

SFW Alphabet (Romantic) with Choso Kamo (From 'Jujutsu Kaisen') Gender-Neutral

Summary: this is a SFW alphabet for Choso Kamo from Jujutsu Kaisen (in the scope of a romantic, non-platonic relationship, but there are some friendship-building details scattered in here).

Paired With: gender-neutral for basically any type or gender of OC. I've kept the physical descriptors of 'yourself' to be relatively ambiguous.

Rating: GEN/TEEN — SFW - with some vague references to what could be considered mildy suggestive, but very little.

Note From The Author: I love reading these little SFW (and in some cases, NSFW) alphabets for fictional characters. It's so cool to see how others interpret the characters and how they would handle things. So here's my own rendition for one of my favourite characters from JJK (and one of my current obsessions) - Choso Kamo ♡

I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did making it!

(Image Credit - @aransmind )

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show their affection?)

Choso is highly affectionate, but at the beginning especially, he is also adorably awkward. He is very touchy-feely when it comes to you, and he'll take any chance he can get to be as close to you as possible.

Even before you'd started dating, he was always looking to find opportunities to be around you; asking if you'd be attending an event before deciding to go himself, offering to help you with anything that came up - no matter what the task was; anything to just be around you. The first time you gave him a friendly hug, he nearly melted. Even now, deep into the relationship, your touch still makes him melt. No matter what you do, he sees you as the most precious thing that must be protected and cherished at all costs, and he never lets you feel as though this isn't the case.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Choso is, unsurprisingly, a fierce best friend who will have your back regardless of the situation.

A friendship with Choso tends to be fairly awkward in the beginning. He's quite blunt with what he says, and due to his natural tone and timbre, some people can be put off by him, thinking they're boring him, or getting the impression that he doesn't like them. However, those who see beyond the tone can easily realize he actually wears his heart on his sleeve, and he is very considerate.

Once the two of you are close enough to be considered best friends, you're never not on his mind in some capacity. He's always down to spend time with you, even if it's just to relax and do nothing, he's just happy to exist around you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Seeing as how his primary love language is physical touch, Choso is the world's biggest cuddler. He loves nothing more than being completely wrapped up in you whenever possible, and his favourite place is nestled up with you with his nose tucked into the crook of your neck where he can hear your heartbeat, feel your breath, and take in the scent of your hair.

When he's not basically wrapped around you like a freakin' python, he loves leaning against you or slinging an arm around your shoulder or waist.

His cuddles are heavy - he puts his entire weight on you. It's like having a sweet, adorable and oddly-muscular weighted blanket with you at all times.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Choso never even knew what 'settling down' meant before he met you, but even before the two of you had gotten involved with each other, he had no desire to pursue any kind of romance. Then, when the two of you 'happened,' he knew that was what he wanted his everyday to look like.

When it comes to his domestic skills, well - to be honest, they could use a little work. He never really bothered with cooking elaborate meals beyond what gave his body fuel before, so he's completely lost in a kitchen. He's willing to try and learn, but it's just never going to be a strong skill for him. Eventually, he'll have a dish or two that he can manage fairly well, but don't expect too much more than that. If you also don't really cook, it's fortunate for both of you that he is always happy with ordering in.

As for cleanliness, he's not a slob by any means, but he's not the tidiest guy. His biggest failing is that he doesn't really put things away when he's done with them; hair ties make their way into weird places, laundry finds itself on the floor beside the hamper, the bed is never really made - he just doesn't really think about these things. However, the moment he sees you start to clean up, he's on his feet and lending a hand without complaint.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with you is something Choso would likely never do - once he's bonded to you, it's for life. However, if he did, it would be the most awkward way of doing it. He would basically ghost you. Not in the sense that he would avoid you or run away from you, he would just stop seeking you out, and if you tried to seek him out, he would be unavailable or simply say 'no thank you.'

Mainly because he's still figuring out how to navigate those social norms.

If he saw you with someone else though, even after the relationship had ended, it would make him absolutely furious - regardless of the reason why the relationship ended in the first place.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If Choso is with you in a romantic capacity, he already sees you as end-game, and the institute of marriage was never something he was familiar with, being a curse and all. At first, he doesn't understand the concept. As far as he's concerned, being with you is as natural as breathing; there is no concept of 'future' where he is not bound to you, mind, body and soul. That being said, he's certainly not resistant to it, but he is curious about the whole concept. He learns more about it through watching movies and asking his new human friends about marriage, weddings, anniversaries, the works.

He spends months, maybe longer, working on putting together a proper proposal for you; agonizing over the details - how he'll do it, what kind of ring would look best on your finger, where he should take you - it takes him so long that you may even beat him to it.

As you'd pull out a ring and offer it to him, his eyes would widen, his cheeks flushed, and he'd let out a muffed groan as he'd hide his face in his hands. Your heart would sink at first, thinking he was about to say no when he'd pull the ring he'd been carrying for the past year or so out of his pocket, presenting to to you.

Both of you were adorably emotional in this moment, and he was even more so on the day of your actual wedding. He didn't think he could love you any more intensely than he had all this time, but he was truly overwhelmed with emotion that day.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Choso is very gentle with you. He's perfectly aware of his strength, and if he did something to hurt you, even accidentally, he'd never forgive himself for it.

You sometimes need to remind him that you're not made of glass, but it's still very endearing nonetheless.

Emotionally, he tries to be tactful, but he's used to simply saying what he needs to say, and sometimes this can come out a little blunt, or sometimes noncommittal. If he realizes he may have said something wrong though, he's always quick to apologize and attempt to clarify.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it and what is it like?)

Choso has come to enjoy hugs in general; he's not shy about hugging his friends, either. He loves to cuddle and hug you at every possible opportunity, but he's particularly clingy when it comes to you. He's especially fond of hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

I = "I Love You" (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Choso said it days after you'd started a romantic relationship, not realizing this was against typical social norms. In his opinion, he thought that if he felt that he loved you, there was no reason not to let it be known.

Now, he says it even more than ever - sometimes out of nowhere when he just feels the need to remind you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

Choso is pretty damn jealous, actually. Once he's bonded with you, he doesn't like spending too much time away from you, and he can get jealous when your attention is focused elsewhere. He likes to make sure others are very aware that the two of you 'belong to each other' and he's not above pulling you into a shamelessly passionate kiss if he notices someone eyeing you a little too intensely.

He's also known to leave little bites on your skin in places he knows will be fairly visible, 'for no reason' he says. You get the feeling it's his way of marking his territory.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Choso's kisses were soft and uncertain at first - mainly because he didn't know what he was doing. Once he had enough....practice with you, though, they became bolder and more passionate. His hands are all over you, and he especially loves to lift you up off the ground with his strong hands, cradling your thighs to feel your legs wrap around him. It's his favourite way to kiss you.

As for how he likes to be kissed, he'll take you any way he can get you; but he loves when you wrap your arms around his neck and press your whole body against him as you kiss; he's also a big fan of tongue - maybe even a nibble or two on the lip.

Since Choso is a bit of a biter, he's a sucker for when you nibble on his ears, neck and chest - it drives him crazy in the best possible way, and it never fails to make him let out some...interesting, wonderful noises.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

Choso has a knack with kids. They seem to adore him, and something about him puts them at ease. He's got a nurturing nature when it comes to kids, like the perfect 'big brother' figure.

You'll never forget the time you'd both gotten roped into babysitting your family friends' kids a day and walked into the room to find him fast asleep with a children's book still open on his lap, the kids curled up under each of his arms.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Warm and lazy, without a doubt. He sleeps in more than anyone you'd ever met, and he's a big morning cuddler. If you're a morning person and you're up and about before him, he'll come find you in a half-asleep state and carry you back to bed to wrap himself around you and doze off for another hour.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Choso are spent curled up together and doing something low-key; be it watching movies, playing video games, reading, or listening to music together. He tends to stay up late, so you usually fall asleep first. If you're not already in bed, he gently carries you there and snuggles up next to you, just holding you and appreciating the moment until he's finally ready to sleep himself.

O = Open (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or do they reveal little things slowly?)

While Choso tends to be blunt when he speaks, he's not overly chatty - so when he says something, you know he means what he says.

At first, he was fairly quiet around you. He wasn't quite sure how to process what he didn't realize was attraction at the time. He just knew that whenever you were around, his cheeks flushed, his heart raced, and he would always feel saddened when you would leave. He would silently hang on your every word, even if you were just talking in his general vicinity, and in a crowded room, his eyes would always find you.

When he started to realize what was happening he didn't know what to do with himself. The first time the two of you spent one-on-one time together was when you had been intentionally set up by Yuji and Nobara (Megumi insists he had nothing to do with it, but he certainly didn't try to dissuade them, either). Choso realized then just how much he enjoyed spending time with you, and to his surprise, you were far easier to talk to than he had built up in his head.

After that point, he opened up fairly quickly. His usual stoicism was replaced by an easy smile when you were around, he would always seek you out when he wanted advice on something, and he was always curious about your feelings on every little thing.

P = Patience (How easily are they angered?)

That all depends on the subject. His patience with you? Limitless. His patience with kids? Phenomenal. His patience when it comes to waiting for something/someone? Damn near god-tier. However, his patience when it comes to someone who is mistreating you or his friends? Non-existent. It'll send him from zero to sixty faster than you can blink.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or forget the minor things?)

Choso can be a bit absent-minded and distracted. It's not that he doesn't care or doesn't listen - he does. However, sometimes he doesn't retain this super well.

The details about you, such as your favourite food, or you favourite movie - he has a hard time remembering. What he does remember are things like how you smell, or the feeling of your touch. He's found and memorized every scar, freckle and inch of your body, and he knows all the places to touch and kiss that make you melt. He notices the way the air changes around you when you're feeling an intense emotion, and he knows exactly what to do in those moments to support you and make you feel safe.

All in all, he may not know the kind of things that would be on a couple's quiz, but in many ways, he may know you better than you could ever realize. He's not necessarily a listener in the typical sense, but he's more of an 'emotional listener' and he's great at picking up on the things you don't say than the things you do,

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment of your relationship?)

His favourite moments are limitless, but one of his top favourites would be the first time he slept with you (not necessarily in that way - though I'm not saying it didn't happen, either). Curled up with you in his arms, snuggled in close to you against him, hearing your soft breathing (or perhaps snoring), and taking in your unmistakable scent, he could safely say he's never slept better.

And waking up beside you changed the way he looked at mornings. The rare occasions where the two of you don't spend the night with each other is nearly unbearable to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This man would watch the world burn to ashes if it meant keeping you safe. Choso is incredibly protective of you, and if anyone even uttered something akin to a threat with your name on their breath, well - hell hath no fury like Choso.

He'd always position his body between you and any threat that arose, and this includes verbal threats as well. He won't tolerate anyone disrespecting you. As much as he can be a sweetheart, he can flip that switch to 'scary dog privilege' real quick.

T = Try (How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It takes a while for him to get things right - not from a lack of care or trying, but simply because he's only just started learning how to 'be human.' Many habits and customs between humans are fairly foreign to him, but once he gets the hang of things, he's incredibly thoughtful and he throws his whole heart into his efforts.

This man has so much try, and he's always looking for new ways to make you feel safe, cherished, and loved. He's determined to never, ever stop learning.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be needy and quite clingy, even possessive at times. He's not so bad as to be considered 'toxic' but he does require a fair amount of reassurance.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

The man is an enigma in this department. On one hand, he tends to be very low-effort in how much he considers what he wears; he has a style or two that he likes, and he tends to keep to the two or three outfits he's comfortable in; that includes his hair.

On the other hand, he always makes sure his hair is clean (even if he'd going for a messier style), he's pretty proud of his body's physical condition, and he's not above throwing on some eyeliner or nail polish to get the vibe he's going for.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He felt bonded to you well before the two of you became romantically involved, and much like how he felt when he lost his brothers, if something were to happen to you, it would certainly shatter a part of him, too.

He was taken aback by this at first - he thought he could feel his brothers' presence leave the mortal plane because of their shared blood, but he distinctly recalls a time you'd had nearly died in a tragic incident, and he felt it like fire in his veins. The bond he'd built with you was powerful; he knew this - but he didn't realize until then just how deep it ran. He was in a frenzied state until he managed to find you, and he refused to leave your side until you managed to stabilize and return to him. He made a promise both to you and to himself that he would never allow you to be so near death again, under any circumstances; because the thought of a lifetime without you is equal parts infuriating and unbearable.

X = X-tra (A random head-canon for them)

He low-key has a fascination with piercings and tattoos, and in time, is very likely to get a few himself. As for where, well - use your imagination. That's all I'm gonna say 👀

And tattoos and piercings on his partner? Oof - that'll have him feeling some sort of way.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

You have to get along with his brothers. You don't all have to be besties, but family is such a core part of his heart that he couldn't tolerate someone who couldn't vibe with those he loves the most.

He also doesn't like people who are overly loud and boisterous. He has no issue with someone who's chatty or talks a lot, but if they're constantly flying off the handle, raising their voice and just generally being a loud-mouth, he'd rather keep his distance and his peace.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of theirs?)

For a man who seems perpetually tired, you've noticed Choso looooooves his sleep. He's a bit of a night owl, but he always likes to sleep in until noon, and he loves taking naps throughout the day.

He's a heavy sleeper, yet he's never not at least a little aware of his surroundings, even in sleep. You remember one time, you'd tried to sneak on him when he was zonked out on the couch; when you got within arm's reach, he yanked you down onto the couch with him and snuggled his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Nice try..." He mumbled. Before you could answer, he had already fallen back asleep again.

He's also a very quiet sleeper. No snoring, no tossing or turning; just the soft sound of his deep breaths with the rise and fall of his chest. He's also a big bedtime snuggler, and if you'll let him hold you all throughout the night, he's happy as can be.

(Image Credit - Arekushisu_11)

That's all, folks! Thanks for reading. See you next time! ♡

~ Pyretta Wychwiggin

[yuri-is-online]

I guess I can call myself a returner of interest in Fyuuture kid au to the masses, and I'm proud of it🏅 the part with other four dorms was absolutely amazing! Thank you! And your reply to my previous message was so heartwarming. My baby boy🥹 Yuu really should beat the magical marshall with a slipper when they meet again, no one touches THE bestest boy😤

It seems like I'll have to write down my questions, cause I tend to forget them in two minutes 😔 but there's the one I remember:

It was discussed in one of the posts (Riddle!Yutu), how does Yutu look like?🤔 I thought he would bear more resemblance with Yuu, so everyone wouldn't quickly (or immediately with some fathers) make conclusions. Does he have beastmen characteristics if his dad's from Savannaclaw? Does he inherit Idia's hair? Can he transform into octopus/eel/dragon form? (In twisted wonderland, I mean, not in Yuu's homeworld. I've read that post💅🏻) Is he as tall as the twins? 🤔 imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Have a nice day/evening, take care of yourself!

You should be very proud of yourself annon I am having a lot of fun with this! The Magical Marshall's are a government organization so the image of Yuu charging a fed with a slipper gave me a laugh, but yes they should. How dare they hurt Yutu ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Hand slipped. Anyway Yutu wears a pretty big sweatshirt sweater dress type thing that obscures a lot of his facial features though I did briefly play with the idea of him wearing a sort of mask similar to an FFXIV ash mask:

The justification was that the air in the future timeline! Twisted Wonderland was so polluted by blot and Yutu was so used to breathing it he needed some magical assistance... I think I also wrote some bullshit about the mask applying a glamour to Yutu so he didn't need to wear the big sweatshirt, but I feel like the mask would be more suspicious than just some guy who wants to keep his hood up.

As for those unique features, yes. With the exception of Malleus! Yutu, all of the non human Yutus found themselves transforming into an entirely different species when they came through the mirror into Twisted Wonderland. It was an extremely painful experience, imagine having your parent basically die in your arms and the next thing you know you are turning into a giant pacific octopus on the floor of a castle in front of a bunch of people. Yutu should be rewarded for not losing his shit then and there. The beastmen Yutus needed some time to adjust to having stronger hearing and senses of smell, the merfolk Yutus basically missed the first few months of magic education getting used to their merfolk forms, and Yutu Shroud had his hair instantly set itself on fire and had a massive panic attack. The beastmen Yutus have to keep their extra features tucked underneath their hoodie, which is very frustrating for Jack! Yutu who has a lot of floof that suddenly has nowhere to go. Lilia! and Sebek! Yutu don't have any noticeable appearance differences (unless you like the thought of him having Sebek's hair color), but I do like the idea of their teeth getting sharper. I prefer to leave a lot of Yutu's appearance up to the reader, but I had a super clear picture of Riddle! and Epel! Yutu as being short, and the more I think about the merfolk... I see Floyd! Yutu as being a sort of middle ground between his parents's height and Jade! Yutu as being about as tall as his dad. Oh and Azul! Yutu is taller than his dad, he is a bulky boy.

Now. Malleus! Yutu. So dragon fae hatch from eggs that can only be created out of love and constantly need to receive magic from their loving parent. That clearly didn't happen with Yutu, so I don't think he can transform into a dragon. He is still clearly inhuman, he has Malleus's eyes and ages much more slowly than other humans, even in your world he looked really young for his age. Think of Malleus! Yutu as sort of playing by half-elf rules, he's going to be living for hundreds of years and as he gets older he will grow tiny horns and some scales around them. He is also the strongest of the Yutus magically speaking, he did get some love from his father after all.

I did have a thought of sorts about the whole egg thing... I mentioned before that I had played with the idea of giving certain Yutu's siblings, and while I am still uncertain of the others I can see Malleus! Yutu having a twin of sorts who did hatch out of an egg, who can transform into a dragon, and who would have been left behind in Twisted Wonderland. I have so many ideas I wrote a lot of them down but this au is already so complicated I don't know if I want to add her. I do really like it though...

[richeeduvie]

I know you’ve touched on Lalo seeing Princesa’s favorite old movie stars (and how she clearly has a type and it’s cock with mustache lmao) and just like. It’s a good thing Princesa likes old movies and these actors are already dead lol imagine if Princesa was fawning over like. Pedro Pascal. Man would be in danger!!!

Anyways, I like to imagine that Princesa likes lots of romantic movies with heartthrob stars— Tom Conway, Errol Flynn, Cary Grant, Peter O’toole— and at first it makes Lalo a little jealous because of course it does. Lalo is the type of dude who won’t buy Princesa Frosted Flakes bc why does she need some buff tiger man on her cereal. Could see her reading the very hungry caterpillar and be mad she’s reading abt other men. She’s like “you’re the handsomest man I know” and he’s like “you know other men???”

But then one day Princesa says something that totally changes his whole perception of it.

“You know, I used to put on this movie and dream of being just like her. A handsome man showing up out of nowhere and sweeping me away somewhere… and my dream came true.”

“ I used to depend so much on these movies because… they kept me company. While I was waiting for you to find me— for us to meet, you know?”

And then it’s like Lalo can’t bring himself to hate all these ancient gringos from the movies. Because he knows little Princesa was so lonely and just as needy as she is now— but she didn’t have anyone (once again his hands are always flexing when he thinks about poor little girl Princesa). So they kept her company while she was waiting on her guy, yeah? They’re not so bad. And now, she doesn’t even need them anymore. But he’ll still keep buying her movies. It’s good that she has something to do that can keep her inside.

Also— I think Lalo is so in love with Princesa (love is what we’re calling it to be nice lol) that he definitely thinks they’re like a fated pair and he’s basically the only man in the entire world who can give her what she needs, so their meeting was like destiny. And to hear that she kinda thinks the same way— that her life up until Lalo was her waiting for Lalo? That makes him so happy it’s almost sick. And he’s definitely bringing it up when they fuck (cough cough make love) for the next eternity.

I think it helps Lalo's jealousy that her old hollywood stars always end up looking at him or exist in his image. Suave man with a mustache, cock with a mustache. I think it also gets at him cause he hates to think he's believing Princesa is made for him and they're soulmates - it's so weak of a thought for a big, strong man like him to have. You know, the way he thinks of himself. But him thinking that while Princesa's attraction to him was based on her childhood crushes. But I love this!

The idea of Lalo being cautious of the Frosted Flakes Tiger cause he's ripped has me cracking up though. Tony's got some chesticles idk what to say-

"You know...it was just that I used to put on this movie and dream of being just like her. I know it's childish...which is fair, I guess. I was a little girl. But I would just think about someone coming, someone kind and...everything, and they'd take me away, even if it was just for day. I think it happened, it came true, maybe."

She sniffles. Even after all this time, Princesa can't meet Lalo's eyes when she talks like this in his arms.

"They kept me company, I didn't really have a way with making friends. For the most part. But then I grew up and they were still company - noise, while I was waiting for us to...meet, you know?"

Lalo stares down at her.

There is no possible way that they didn't make love that night.

The thought thrives in Lalo's head, that they are meant to be. She's made for him, and all of his life up until he met her was to make sure that he'd be able to take care of you. He wouldn't exactly say it, the words would make him too open, weak in the head and arms. But he feels it and his ego, his delusion in his obsession revels at Princesa's words. She's braver than him to say it.

Then the way little Princesa was alone as a little girl that takes up space in his head. She's so needy now, he's gotta think a child that needs a mama and papa and friends would be even needier, but she didn't have anyone to come and save her...no good papa and no mama at all, and all she had were movies to keep her company?

Yeah, not a good thought.

"Now you don't need these movies anymore, no? Just me?"

"...Lalo."

"Just saying."

[nereidprinc3ss]

Hello, the one anon who said Spencer wasn’t an ass based on your preview….and….

I still don’t think he is! I am SO PROUD OF HIM!!!

Obviously Derek is the only actually correct one here (well and Randall who I loved. Imaging him as a slightly crusty war vet who means well but just is too gruff and rough to come across well. His wife bakes pies and has a rose garden in my mind) -

BUT, if you pretend to not know readers side, what Spencer says is perfect. Seriously I am so amazed at how well you articulate complicated emotions!!

Spencer had to grow up to take on adult responsibilities at age 10. He isn’t the best at communicating (v obvious right now), but he also is trying. He’s doing his best to do what’s right - and to him, reader is acting like a child lashing out - saying one thing, doing another. He can’t read her mind - all this is doing to him is proving he loves someone who doesn’t love him. (Again - which has to be the worst part. Like come on, dude admitted he loved the first girl he slept with and she didn’t love him. Now he’s in basically the same situation minus the actual intercourse and that has to hurt. It has to make him think something’s wrong with him) So he uses his words as a defense.

Could he have been nicer? Definitely. But his points, while ruder than normal for him, were accurate. (Seriously - cannot exclaim enough how amazed I am at your skill in writing conflicting emotions and view points).

ON THE FLIP SIDE —

Poor, poor reader. Trying to ignore what we know about Spencer - to only think how reader is thinking. That for the very first time, they’ve fallen in love - only to not be loved in return. The very feeling Spencer describes for himself - the feeling he wants her to avoid ever having.

Then she thinks that Spencer is angry at her for loving him, that something has to be wrong with her for him to not want her love. And she doesn’t have the experience or confidence to say what she thinks - so she pouts and ices him out, trying to leave so he can’t leave her first.

Two idiots in love. Absolute giant idiots.

Derek’s the only sane one right now - and that never happens. He’s right that Spencer can be, well… a cunt. But he’s also right that reader doesn’t understand how icy and sharp her claws are.

Ugh, I seriously read this when you released it and then had to step away before typing this message because I was worked up. Part of me really hopes it is reader who confesses first - and then they both grovel to each other. But I also know however you write it will be exactly right - and I’m looking forward to reading everything you post!!

Thank you, for starting and continuing this little series. Astounding! I need more words to describe how lovely this all is!

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GUYSSS you all NEED TO READ THIS im serious!!! anon you get it!!! if you guys read part five as if you DONT know whats going inside readers head and try looking at it from spencer’s pov this is all very real. that’s not to say he was in the right for being unkind but he thought she was genuinely just being incredibly brutally unkind for no reason and he asked her to stop because he doesn’t want to breakup but he can’t handle being treated like that forever. thank you for verbalizing these things so i dont have to and thank you for reading🩷🩷 you are so sweet!! im glad the emotional components came through well for you!!

[cocogum]

My honest reactions of episodes 5 and 6 (part 2)

PART 1 : HERE

(‼️ SEASON 4 SPOILERS ‼️)

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Okay I just HAD to devote the full Alibert inn scene from episode 5 here CUZ WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YUGO GOING BACK TO EMELKA!! I know I already mentioned Chibi and Grougal (as well as the tree Tofu tower) in part 1 but part 2 will basically be about all the rest of the inn scene cuz tumblr couldn’t let me have more than ten images per post (I know the site apparently lets u have more but I always use the phone for it so shush.)

But first, we finally get to see Alibert again after all those years 💕

Alibert. Sweetie. Baby. You can take care of two (technically four) kids with the addition of a freaking INN, you COOK for the customers, AND, ON TOP OF ALL THAT, you’re the MAYOR of EMELKA, that same place where you run the inn and take care of your adopted sons.

You do much more than just “taking care of an inn”, you got three jobs AND you’re still sane. You’re three in one, a whole package, props to you king. He’s such a boss ass man I love him 💕💕

NAH MAN

Not these ppl trying to avoid the inflation 😭😭 I don’t blame them tho. I would’ve said the same thing lol.

(Also is the wine a call back to Gustavio? Plz it would be so funny if the reason why Alibert is angry is cuz these ppl are saying how “bad” it is just so the prices can stay the same but also because he’s mad that they’re calling Gustavio’s wine “disgusting” even if they were all just trying to make him not raise the prices!)

Love how Yugo doesn’t say that same shit to Ruel after all those years of cooking for his ass and never getting anything from him.

Like even the whole Brotherhood calls Ruel a “cheapskate” but the only time where we see Yugo say that same shit is when he says that to his own CUSTOMERS?!?

Gurl bye Yugo’s such a silly little hypocrite!! 😭😭

OMG THE WHOLE FAMILY’S BACK TOGETHER!!

Adamaï get your stupid lizard ass over here.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen these two just laughing and hugging like this 💕💕💕

Also, Ankama tried being very slick with Az and his wife.

Nah cuz how can you not see these two and not think about Yugo and Amalia?? Does the thought never come to mind or what??

They literally give off the same energy, how did no one say anything before???!!?

THESE LITTLE TOFUS ARE OBVIOUSLY A SILLY PARALLEL TO THESE TWO AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE.

Okay now the next part of the Alibert inn scene is very important to me so listen.

Recently, I came scrolling on @moths-are-better’s recent posts about Yugo and I came up on the one where he drinks the “milk” that was in the cup in the scene below.

But like-

@moths-are-better STOP LYING TO YOURSELF THIS IS CLEARLY WINE!!!

Look at all the other people drinking in the inn before they left: they all had that same kind of cup, insinuating that they were drinking wine (and also cuz they confirmed it was wine while trying to avoid any possible future inflations with Alibert).

I just love how Ankama deliberately shows us small scenes like this to remind us that Yugo can do adult things even though he looks like a kid. Because THIS is one of those scenes! Just look at how Alibert quietly pulls the cup of wine away from Yugo as soon as the guy starts ranting about his problems.

That’s clearly not milk lol I just love your delusions @moths-are-better 💕💕

But not only did this scene made me realize that nothing can stop Yugo from doing adult things despite how he looks, it also helped me realize that Yugo is the type to only drink when he’s having problems. We clearly see him about to drink more while ranting to Alibert before he carefully pulls the wine away from Yugo cuz he KNOWS Yugo would drink more just for that.

That level of attention to detail is amazing and I’m so glad I managed to catch up to the hints early on.

Alibert be looking like Yugo’s bartender AND therapist in just that moment alone lol

Ngl I would’ve loved to see a drunk Yugo if he had been able to drink more before Alibert intervened.

‼️ EVERYONE ‼️

👏 BE👏 LIKE 👏 ALIBERT 👏 ❤️❤️

This is making me wanna have kids too man….

His caring and calming attitude towards Yugo and the way he just treats him, cares for him, and acts like a responsible parent during all these years really makes me wanna do the same thing someday. Alibert is so good at his job(s) that he’s even beating a freaking goddess. Let that sink in. (actually any good parent like Alibert would beat the Eliatrope goddess’ parenting easily lol)

Alibert is genuinely so sweet, patient, thoughtful, and understanding of Yugo. Like even though he just heard Yugo say he finally found his true family, Alibert doesn’t take his words as insults and would rather just let him spill out all of his words to him.

When I said I missed these two like this, I really meant it. This inn is not only where Yugo was raised in but it’s also Yugo’s comfort place.

My ass knows this is foreshadowing.

It just knows.

Older Yugo where u at? We need to talk.

Ankama’s gonna ruin this family and laugh about it while eating some croissants.

[mistkisbiggestfan]

Hello! this is based on an OC, but may you write about Medic with a cloned child OC? I always thought of him as a mad scientist type, so I’m sure he would’ve figured out how to do that. He basically raises this clone as his own kid, and they’d be a late teen / young adult by the time the events of TF2 happen

The OC is a girl but honestly you can make it gender neutral if you’d like!

Sorry if it’s too specific, but TYSM!

Medic & Child, Cloned reader HC

A/n: This is one of my fav reqs of all time ngl Requests are open!!

Summary: You're Medic's cloned child, headcanons. Words: 636 Request: Yeah

I like to think you’re a clone based on him, or atleast a clone made in his image. One medic is enough to create chaos and things like that, just imagine another person who's almost a 1to1 of him, pure chaos. 

Your first day being alive, he took you in his arms and was like “it’s alive!” just as Heavy and Spy walked in to ask him if he wanted to go grab a beer. They were absolutely terrified, Spy just cloaked out of there having the day Scout was born in the back of his mind.

That left only Medic, you and Heavy there. Heavy was shocked and Medic just held you up looking at him; “Isn’t she so cute!!” While you looked alarmingly similar to him with his grin on your face.

Others found out like ten minutes after that and soon everyone was just looking at you with no clue of what to do.

When Ms. Pauling found out she almost died on her spot. “There’s no way Medic is suited to even have a dog, let alone a child!” 

Nobody gave af, she soon came around to like you too. 

Medic is 100% your father figure (That’s rather obvious) but so was Heavy, they’re like your dads.

Sniper, Engie, Demo and Soldier are like your uncles (That doesn’t include Spy because he’s def a wine aunt, and so is Ms. Pauling). While Pyro and Scout act more like your siblings. 

Medic showed you the ropes and soon you were as capable of doing batshit crazy things like him. He was so proud!! 

Archimedes loves you, always resting on your shoulder doing simple things like staying with you and Medic during operations on other Mercs. 

When you were a less capable child everyone basically coparented, of course Heavy and Medic were like your parents the most but everyone wanted to take care of you so they followed a schedule of who has to babysit you and when. 

Once you grew up to actually be independent, mercenaries were terrified to realize how similar you are to Medic, you were the same person, with slightly different looks, you even wore the same glasses he did. 

When the events of the TF2 mercs splitting happened (Referencing the comics rn if someone didn’t know) you went with Medic, the change impacted you way more than it did him, you really missed everyone, they were like your family. 

Once he started to work with those blue guys you were cool with it, they underestimated you but you showed them that you’re just like your fellow dad, insane. 

Medic showed you all the modifications he made and you showed the modifications you did before you both laughed it off like the silliest thing one can do. 

When everyone got back together you were way older than you used to be, but fortunately you remembered everything. 

When Medic told you about the fact that you were a clone you were very interested and didn’t care, like at all. I mean you’re basically him, so it was more interesting than scary or sad.

He helped you in acquiring 9 souls from some suckers just like he did! (Can’t believe all mercs gave him their souls lmao) 

Sometimes you operate on the Mercs when he’s somewhere else, at first they were very unwilling but soon it showed that you were just like him in this profession (which isn’t the ideal tbh)

Everyone showed you something, so you were really multiclass, leaning heavily into being another medic (shocking, I know)

Overall a 10/10 father, sure he has some loose screws but isn’t that normal? You two are the most chaotic beings even the devil can’t contain.