#the most precious bean on this planet

[vrystalius]

Squid Game men as dads (+pregnancy HCs)

How they act during your pregnancy, shortly after birth and as a veteran dad!

Pairing: Recruiter, Thanos, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Headcanons, scenarios as them as to-be-dads, new dads and veteran dads plus a bonus scenario at the end of each character!

Genre: Fluff, angst

Words in total: 7.1k (Every part is around 1.4k words long)

Note: No baby names or gender are mentioned so everything is up to your interpretation. Also, this took a lot of effort. I hope you enjoy this <3

Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

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Your husband was extremely over-prepared for anything and everything during your pregnancy. He seemingly bought every single parenting book that exists on this planet and proceeded to inhale them in a matter of days before internally panicking about if he is capable of being a good dad anyway. You can tell how much everything was eating away at him, even before the child was born. Although he tried his best to never show it.

A way to channel his nervous and stressed energy into something good is by constantly hovering around you. Being near your pregnant glow gives him a peace of mind, resting his head on your stomach and listening to the baby’s heartbeat and feeling a light kick here and there, or having you in his arms while giving you a massage, his lips peppering featherlight kisses over your skin.

Gong Yoo always insisted on cooking for you, no matter the hour of day or night. He is kind of afraid you might consume something questionable again after watching you dip tuna kimbab into chocolate sauce, insisting it tastes really good and almost making him try a little too.

For you and your baby’s health, he fully banned you from the kitchen. No more experimenting with food for you.

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He was absolutely broken the first time he held your baby. It was so unbelievably small, so fragile, pure and innocent. The embodiment of love and the result of it. Gong Yoo had to bite his tongue and hold back his tears in order to not cry waterfalls onto your newborn because he knows once a single tear drops, his whole facade shatters.

Once the baby came home with you two, the once neat and organised, shared home was transformed into a more warm and homely environment, the floor now decorated with toys, onesies, clothes and small children’s books.

He always gets up in the middle of the night so you can rest, falling asleep in the rocking chair with the baby in arms. Your husband is also mostly the one that stays at home with the baby since his job only requires some recruitment of desperate people once a year, so most of his time can be dedicated to you and his family.

Gong Yoo is also that one dad most of the other moms swoon about when seeing him at playgrounds or in the park, pushing the stroller of the baby, or having his kid hang out in a sling tied to his chest while he went shopping, comparing two types of baby foods with another and showing both to the bean of happiness tied to his chest, cooing and asking which type of baby food is tastier.

Hanging out with the baby is probably the activity that takes 80% of his day and he is not complaining at all. Your husband’s head lays on the edge of the crib while watching the precious thing sleep, cradling them in his arms in the middle of the night, sitting with them in the playpen, completely matching their excitement and energy while playing with their toys, admiring how easily his kid can be entertained.

Although he looks charming and even more handsome out in public, he cares little about his appearance anymore. While he was obsessed with the way his suit looked and hair was styled, now, he considers himself satisfied when he finds a clean t-shirt. His hair gets a little messier and dark circles begin to form beneath his eyes.

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Even as a veteran dad, Gong Yoo fold together immediately when his kid try to win his favour by saying I love you or making puppy eyes at him. He’s not a pushover though, standing his ground and giving his kid a strict glare whenever they go to far that immediately silences them is not impossible, although he doesn’t like doing it.

He is always afraid of doing something wrong when it comes to parenting, overthinking every decision and everything he says, fearing he’s too strict, too loose, too much of a pushover, too disinterested and blah blah blah.

You had to stop his circling train of thought by soothing your husband by reminding him how he always shower up to every single school event, always sat through the homework and never raised his voice when his child didn’t understand something, instead explaining it in simpler terms without making them feel stupid for not getting it the first time, how he never shamed his child for doing wrong, never blamed them for being just a kid and always did the opposite than his own father did.

It might sound selfish, but becoming a father healed the hole left behind by his own. Oh how he wishes and prays that he does and did everything right. The only thing he wants is for you and his precious baby to be happy and safe, no matter what.

˚✧₊⁎ - (TW: Suicide)

“What’s the matter? Your mind starting to race?”

The recruiter sits across Gi-hum, gun handed over into his hand. The cold metal now feels almost overwhelming when touching his skin, as if screaming at him to turn it around and point it at the man sitting across him and shoot him, end the game here and there.

“That’s right. Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me… but, I’ll have you admit one last thing.”

Gi-hun’s voice wasn’t even shaking in fear, it was firm with determination.

“You put a mask on your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark and wag your tail for them.

You’re nothing more than their dog.”

The words emitted from the mam sitting across him begin to slice deeper and deeper into his mind, his heart and soul. It’s true what he says, Gong Yoo knows it himself. He is but a small chess piece, a dog, as Gi-hun says, that obeys every order and does what his master says.

What choice does he have anyway? It’s either that or risking his death and yours.

You. A flashing memory of your face from just this morning briefly plagues his mind, the view now feels so utterly distant and unreal.

A small, cocky smile spread on his face, pathetically trying to have his last laugh. He leaned back against the cushion and cocked the gun, pressing the barrel against the underside of his chin. Taking one last breath, his finger pressed against the trigger, not pulling it yet.

He knows you both will be okay. Maybe even better without him.

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

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To be very honest, the news of your pregnancy kinda hit him like a truck. It was somewhat accidental and Thanos maybe panicked quite a lot while pacing around his shitty apartment, scared to death about the idea of becoming a dad. Like, have you seen him?? He is supposed to become a dad?!

After loosing his mind and having multiple panic attacks, he pulled himself together and went to the dollar store to buy a onesie, a teddy bear and a bouquet of roses before heading over to your place and ringing the doorbell for multiple minutes until you finally open the door.

He actually sold his apartment and moved in with you, performed a gig every night for multiple weeks on end, even dealing his fair share of drugs in club pentagon. Your boyfriend would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it, but having a stable income would be much nicer.

Other than that, your boyfriend took care of you the best he could. Whenever you crave something to eat, your boyfriend will stand inside a gas station at 2 am to buy you the specific type of chips you wanted. If there wasn’t enough money to afford a decent meal for the two of you, you’d get all the food. He promises to be fine and get his food elsewhere, don’t even worry about him.

He is incredibly fascinated by your changing body. Your breasts are bigger, softer and sensitive. Thanos will be poking them all day every day randomly, trying to see if they’ll leak despite you only being three months into the pregnancy. He’ll insist on taking a picture of your belly every day so he can document the process to show it off to his kid one day.

Also, he never smoked, vaped or used around you. Your boyfriend has been clean of drugs for the almost entirety of your relationship but still smoked, but for the health of you ans your baby, he tried his best to get clean on that as well but it proved to be much, much harder, so he instead settled on doing it on the balcony or outside.

One last thing, whenever he had a new ultrasound picture of his baby, he was showing it off to everybody he knows with the biggest grin on his face. Thanos was the proudest dad in the world before your baby was even born.

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Since your boyfriend was so used to staying up all night and performing, so he doesn’t really mind dragging himself out of bed to feed or cradle the baby in the crack of dawn. Although, doing that for multiple nights on end drains any person, so you two end up playing rock paper scissors after a while to decide who gets up.

Thanos is the type to grab his baby by the back of the onesie and lift it out of the crib, gently throwing it onto your bed for some family cuddles, grinning like an idiot at how his baby giggles in delight and kicks its legs, wanting to fly through the air again and again.

He performs for his kid too whenever he doesn’t know what else to do to make his baby stop crying. Your boyfriend would play with an imaginary DJ board with his hands, his waist swaying left and right as he sleepily raps some random lyrics together to make the crying baby in the crib finally fall asleep after being fed, cradled and having its diaper changed.

Sometimes, if all fails (even rapping), Thanos will climb into the crib in order to finally make the screamer fall asleep. His legs would dangle over the edge of the crib and angled in a weird position, his neck awkwardly leaning against the railing. Despite this clearly uncomfortable pose, he was deeply asleep and snoring alongside his baby sleeping on his chest. Of course, this scene immediately became your new phone wallpaper.

After having the baby for a while, Thanos’s fashion will completely shift from the indie/grungry/rave-whatever-esc he was wearing to whatever is clean and comfortable. He doesn’t care he’s wearing a spongebob shirt right now, he’s busy deciding if he wants to buy a CD of the Beauty and the Beast movie or treat you with some snacks and chocolate.

Your boyfriend also had some serious attachment issues. That man could not stand not being near his baby 24/7 or not being able to have it in sight. If you want to take it out to the park or something he’ll insist on coming with you or else he’ll be stuck bouncing his thigh up and down and switching between social media platforms to pass the time until you come home.

What was kind of fascinating to you was how little Thanos now needs to be entertained. Having his little sunshine on his lap, curiously biting onto his fingers or reaching out to his hair could keep him entertained for hours upon hours.

Sometimes you walk in on your boyfriend lying on his stomach, legs kicking in the air, making some grimaces at your kid and watching how it begins to giggle and laugh, trying to copy their dad’s expression as hard as they can. Although you have to say that your baby has their papa’s signature scowl.

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As a more experienced dad, Thanos gathered no experience at all. Despite his baby now being a toddler, it’s still like he has had that kid for two and a half days. Sure he knows what his kid likes and dislikes because it’s basically the same to him, both your manchild and child like colourful things and don’t like vegetables, but Thanos still has no idea how to raise a proper human.

Whenever you scold your child for something, your boyfriend just nods in approval. When the kid looks over to their papa for help, he’ll just point at you. “Listen to your mama, she’s smarter than both of us.”

Although he gets more excited every day at how he can do more with his kid now. He likes to fantasise and envision everything they could do together, like his precious sunshine’s first day in elementary school, teaching them how to ride a bike, first time bringing them to the club and show them off to everyone…

You’ll have to listen to your boyfriend fully plan out tomorrow and what he’ll go do with his kid while being cuddled up in your arms, your fingers brushing through his hair. Thanos’ll gesture around while vividly explaining everything in detail, how he wants to go buy some new toys and then maybe go to the park, grab some ice cream, then go choose out their bike to learn how to ride one on. It’ll be fun!

Although fantasising is fun, reality is often a little different. It’s difficult to afford all the things he dreams of thanks to your financial situation but despite everything, you, him and your child are happy.

He’ll make every minute, every hour and every day count, wanting to make as many good memories as possible before they grew too old and annoyed of their over-affectionate and hyper dad.

Also, your boyfriend is horrified of the teenager stage when thinking back to his own and how he first got caught up in the drug mess and whatever else he got himself into, but thankfully as of now, your child has yet to finish kindergarten so they are a couple of years ahead before that happens.

˚✧₊⁎- (TW: Death)

He was trying to stop the blood with everything he has, pressing his hands against the underside of his chin as the warm, metallic blood stickers through his fingers, staining the bathroom tiles below.

Choking on his own blood, Thanos slowly crawled into the corner of the bathroom, trying to escape from the chaos that erupted behind him. His face was scrunched together in pain as he rolled over onto his back.

The quiet sound of gurgling was completely drowned out by the sounds of fighting, yelling and punching as Thanos quietly gasped for air.

Fuck, this wasn’t how all of this was supposed to go. He should’ve just gotten the damn money and voted to leave, get that Nam-su or whatever to vote leaving too so he could go home with the guaranteed money instead of risking to play another stupid childhood game.

Now he is here, on a bathroom floor, drowning in his own blood because of a fucking fork.

His eyes were too heavy to be kept open, his warm blood on his hand weirdly enough made him suddenly feel so incredibly tired, like a large, warm blanket was just draped over him. He should close his eyes for a moment before he’ll continue to fight for his life.

Thanos can survive this, he knows that. How could he not? He has a kid back home, you. He promised to buy you a ring and propose once he had gathered enough money. Imagining you in a pretty white dress, standing by the altar, waiting on him with that pretty smile of yours.

He can’t miss his kid’s first day of elementary school, graduation, first day of middle school, first crush, first heartbreak. He can’t leave his kid alone in this world, they can barely walk. How will they get anywhere without him being there to carry them in his arms? He promised himself to be there for them with every step of the way they may take, with you in hand.

He just has to close his eyes for a second, then he’ll stop the bleeding and get up. Promise.

Dae-ho // Player 388

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Dae-ho was over the moon and back the moment he found out that you are pregnant. Pregnant, carrying his child! He always wanted a family of his own and you being able to grant him that wish made him fall in love with you all over again.

He’ll do everything for you during your pregnancy, just you rest and look pretty. Your boyfriend will transform into a complete malewife and cook, clean and completely pamper you. Not that he never did that before, he just did it even more now.

Whatever you wished for was provided; massage for your swollen feet? C’mere, put your legs on his lap. You want to combine the worst foods together and inhale that combo like a five star gourmet meal? Sure, he’ll go buy the ingredients, save him a plate!

Dae-ho adored cuddling with you even more during that time than before. He adored laying his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while his large palm gently brushed back and forth over your stomach.

Your boyfriend also takes his time every night to talk to the baby in your stomach. Feathery kisses would be placed all over your warm skin while he sleepily recalls things he did today, trying to get your baby to recognise that the man speaking to it was their dad.

He’ll talk about how he finished building the nursery and how much he looks forward to them seeing it, how you two went to the park today for a small walk, how he watched you ate seven hot dogs and proceeded to ask for his to eat as well.

You can’t help but grin how Dae-ho acts like the baby is already there, can listen and understand to what he is saying and react to it. Your fingers brush through his long hair while he slowly falls asleep with his head resting on your soft chest, his arms draped over your stomach.

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As a new dad, you can’t help but think about how much of a dilf your boyfriend had become.

His hair is messy and his face tired, yet he has that big grin of his always plastered all over. Dae-ho’s whole demeanour lights up even brighter with his baby in his arms, walking around your home shirtless with his muscles on full display for your shameless enjoyment.

Something extremely important to him is skin-to-skin contact, so you’ll have a half naked Dae-ho laying around on the couch with your baby curled up on his chest. He adores cuddling with you, so having a baby between you is a big bonus.

Even after your pregnancy, he was still in full on malewife mode, but now with a baby strapped to his chest. He cooks and includes his baby in the process so they can stay entertained, offering small tastes of the sauce he is working on or letting them have their own tiny cooking utensils to hold and inspect while he stirs the sauce.

His sisters also come by for a visit a lot so they can see the first offspring of the Kang family. They coo over your baby and congratulate both of you, but scold their brother sometimes for not caring for you well enough, especially after postpartum. Your reassurances that he does plenty fall on deaf ears most of the time.

They often times take your baby in so the both of you can have some alone time and rest. You two planned on taking a small vacation somewhere and treat yourselves to cocktails or something, but you and your boyfriend ended up sleeping and cuddling the full week and barely leaving the bed.

At first you and him enjoyed the peace and quiet, but after a day of naps, cuddles and breakfast at 4pm, Dae-ho suggested the idea of getting pregnant again.

He himself grew up in a big household and sure there were a share of fights over mundane things, but at the end of the day, he and his sisters love each other and have each other’s backs, no matter what. If one of them has problems, the others are there to help and support or bury the body of the problem.

He won’t forcefully push the idea of multiple kids on you though. If you say no he’ll totally understand it. He’s not the one carrying the baby for nine months and bleeds every month when he doesn’t, but Dae-ho will try and sweeten the idea of having a big family to you.

˚✧₊⁎- (multiple kids mentioned in this one)

As a veteran dad, Dae-ho always complies to his little monster(s) demands without complaint. He’s more of the fun dad that lets himself get used as a horse where his kids can hop on and be paraded around the home on his back. He could melt whenever his babies come up to him and ask him to join their roleplay, doesn’t matter if he’s going to be dressed up as a princess or supposed to play a big scary monster.

He’d be down to play all day every day, but once school work and homework comes into play, it’s going to be a little complicated. Dae-ho knows his ABCs and all but quadratic functions? Both him and his kid will be sitting by the table, crying of confusion and stress.

Despite being the fun-dad, he can be strict if he wants to. Sometimes his scoldings hit even harder than yours because of how tolerant he is. He never raises his voice or his hand, nor does he shame his child for doing something wrong. Screaming gets you nowhere, he learned that first hand, so instead he’ll try to understand their behaviour no matter how complicated or hard it may be.

Dae-ho is an incredibly proud dad and he will show it. Every award his kid wins, even if it’s a participation award, will be stored in the living room and somewhere you can admire it in its full glory. Every work of art that was ever gifted to him was kept in either large folders that sorted drawings based on the kid and year or on a shelf in the entrance area.

He also has plenty of pictures of his kids that he is ready to show off to everyone that had the misfortune of asking how they are. He’d spiral into a rant about their recent activities (no matter how mundane they seem, they are very special to him) and just how adorable they are, how they have your nose and eyes but his cheeks… the poor waiter just asked if they wanted a refill on his coke, not knowing about pandora box he opened.

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His body curled together as he pressed his back against the wall behind his bunk. Right now, Dae-ho wanted nothing more but the concrete to consume him, hide him away and muffle and the gunshots and yelling that was happening above him. His hands were tightly pressed up against his ears and his eyes tightly shut.

He hunched over to hide his face in his shaking knees, trying to hide from the gunfight, to hide form the shame of not being able to force his legs to walk and bring the much needed ammunition. Dae-ho knows he is useless.

“Dae-ho!!”

Player 120 calling out to him violently pulled him out of his trance, making him flinch. He stared up at her, his arms slowly moving off his ears, clearly shaking.

“Dae-ho, what happened?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

She leaned closer to him as he glanced away, lowering his head in shame. His lips pursed together and slowly began quivering as low whimpers escaped him. He felt her eyes literally piercing him.

“The magazines?”

Dae-ho stumbled over his own words, barely comprehending what she is trying to ask of him.

“I-I’m sorry— I-I…”

Hyun-ju glanced down to the hoodie near his cowering form and moved the cloth away to see what was inside. The ammunition magazines. Dae-ho flinched violently and lifted his arms to shield his face as she stood back upright with the ammunition in her arms, casting one last worried glance to the obviously scarred and horrified man before walking off.

The world around him went numb again as he kept repeating quiet “I’m sorry”s over and over, mixed together with broken whimpers.

No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t pull himself together and force his arms to grab a gun and fight for the games to end, but being staying here, with the other players, would be safer. Out there he either could be captured and eliminated, shot in the fight and bleed out, watch others die in front of him, kill other humans. He can’t do that. He can’t. No matter if he was in the marines or not.

Back when Dae-ho left for the games and back when he didn’t know that said games include death and murder, you two talked about it. You warned him about how it’s too good to be true. Playing childhood games in exchange for hundreds and up to millions of won?

You made him promise he’ll keep himself safe no matter what. You made him promise to always keep you and his family in mind, how he has people he needs to come back to.

It seems that his own body and soul internalised that pinkie promise you made him agree to. He has to keep himself safe and alive.

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

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Finding out that you’re pregnant almost made him have an aneurism. He already has a child that he himself doesn’t have a lot/barely and contact with before she moved away to America and even less now thanks to the distance and the want to keep her out of his mess. The mess that are the death games and the mess he now forced you to be apart of.

Gi-hun already felt incredibly guilty for falling in love with you. Anyone being associated with him is now in the line of fire and probably in constant danger thanks to him. Yet you stayed with him and even provided comfort.

He actually apologised for getting you pregnant while standing in a grocery isle to choose some jumpers and sheets for the future nursery crib. It was out of nowhere after staring at you being so excited over your baby, how you couldn’t decide between two pairs of itty bitty socks.

Gi-hun does warm up after a week or two. He catches himself smiling brightly at nothing after thinking back on how round you already look, what you’re doing right now. His eyes soften up every time he walks past the pastel nursery he build himself, fixing the sheets in the crib and folding the baby clothes together for the 100th time. His hands pick up one of the toys and his fingers brush over the surface, feeling the material beneath his skin.

Every time he does all this, it hits him all over again. You’re pregnant with his child.

Since he already had a daughter before and knows how much of a terrible father he was to her, Gi-hun feels a mix of guilt and excitement blooming in his stomach. He knows what he did wrong, both in the department of marriage with his late wife and parenting, so he doesn’t repeat his mistakes again.

The feeling of selfishness always swims around in his mind because it feels unfair to his daughter how he can provide all the things for his future baby he couldn’t for his daughter; proper attention, the financial means, maturity, a good father figure.

Gi-hun rested his head on your stomach, his eyes closed in relaxation as he listens to both your heartbeat and the heartbeat of the growing life inside of you, your hand idly resting on his cheek. Even if he cannot fully fight those feelings of guilt and shame, he swears to be a better father this time. In no means is he perfect, but he will try his best from the bottom of his heart.

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Right after birth, Gi-hun was incredibly attached to the baby. He was paranoid for a long period of time, things like sudden infant death and all kinds of worst case scenarios always in the back of his mind. He was faster than you in getting up whenever it cried, rushing over to the baby’s side immediately.

He’ll cradle the baby in his arms, silently walking around the home in the dark even long after his child fell asleep. Most of the time, calming his baby is more to calm his own mind of worries.

Sometimes, you two move the crib into your bedroom to stand beside your bed, just so he can feel more secure and less paranoia. It soothes Gi-hun’s mind to have his baby right there in arms reach. His arm drapes over to the crib, his hand weakly holding onto the railing even in his sleep.

But beside his paranoia, Gi-hun is always ecstatic when around his baby. There is always a carefree and soft smile on his face whenever his baby innocently chews on his finger, his eyes intently watching the adorable bean coo and kick around in its crib.

You gifted him a small heart locker with a picture inside. Unoriginal, sure, but something he cherishes with a his being nonetheless. The picture had you and him together, hand in hand, on one side of the locker, a photo that is actually fairly old. It was of one of your first dates and he had a soft smile on his face. It looked hesitant and unsure, but it was one of the first smiles he cracked in a long time.

On the other side of the locker was a picture of your baby in the crib, looking up into the camera with big and curious eyes while chewing on a rubber toy. You dressed the baby in an adorable brown bear onesie, overloading his senses even more.

Gi-hun wears the necklace almost every day and keeps it secure under his shirt, fishing it out and opening the locker to look at the two pictures to remind himself why he is still fighting to stop the games. His fingers brush gently over your face and his baby’s cheeks, a small smile spreading on his face.

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Since Gi-hun was already had a daughter before, he already kind of knows how to raise a child, although he sometimes struggles with spoiling his child too much.

Thanks to both the guilt he feels for failing to be a proper dad to his daughter and now having such an insane amount of money he doesn’t know what to do with, Gi-hun showers both you and your child with everything you two could possibly want.

So sometimes you have to remind him that just because your kid really really wants that expensive lego set doesn’t mean he should buy it for them, perhaps when it’s their birthday or Christmas or they have done a very good job at something.

You have to teach the oblivious man how to properly manage his money and maybe not buy everything in sight for your kid. Gi-hun will listen to you with those big, sad puppy eyes he always has whenever you scold him about something.

Also, he adores playing with his kid. His favourite thing to do is to have them stand on his feet and put their hand into his, walking “together” through the apartment while loud, childish giggles fill the rooms. He also loves carrying and walking his kid everywhere, despite knowing very well they acted like they were extremely tired just so daddy can carry them for a while.

How can he possibly deny his precious baby?

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“Here, take this.”

He takes out an ammunition magazine and offers it to Young-il standing in front of him, who was watching him holding the ammo out to him. “You’re going to need it.”

Young-il’s eyes glosses over his hand and up to his face slowly as if not believing his offer. “Are you sure?” Gi-hun nods reassuringly, holding it a little closer to him.

“Dae-ho will be back with more.”

That was the reassurance he seemingly needed before reaching out and finally taking the ammo out of his hand, nodding slightly. “Let’s do this, then. We have to end everything now.” Young-il mumbled, briefly gesturing towards the necklace around his neck as if knowing what was hidden beneath his shirt. “We have to bring everyone back to their families.”

Gi-hun froze for a moment as his head moves back to his ally. Jung-bae glanced over to the two. Seemingly taken back, the man quickly elaborates. “I mean, you have a wife and child, right? I overheard you two talk about it.”

“Doesn’t matter right now, go!!” Jung-bae waved his hand as if to shoo him away. Gi-hun just nodded and spared him one last glance before turning back to the pink guards standing atop of the stairs. Yet he can’t shake the feeling of dread creep up on his neck.

His hand briefly brushed over the locker beneath his cloth, tracing the heart shape with his fingers. Did he ever talk about you or his child back home? Even about his older daughter living abroad? Does Jung-bae even know about his family? Maybe it’s a lucky guess of Young-il.

His brows furrowed together in thought before Jung-bae ripped him out of his thoughts. “Gi-hun? Are you alright?”

Gi-hun flinched slightly before quickly nodding. “Yeah. Yes. Sorry.”

Without wasting another second or a breath, he pulled the gun closer to his chest and aimed it around the corner and at one of the guards and continuing the shootout. Although Young-il’s last remark still was engraved in his mind.

In-ho // Young-il // The Frontman // Player 001

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The news of you being pregnant actually horrified him to the core for a moment. The last time his love of his life was pregnant she died in the hospital while he fought for his life in the death games. It is safe to say that In-ho has bad memories associated with pregnancy.

Those bad memories fuel his protective streak even further as you cannot find a moment to yourself. Your husband will be there, hovering near you since the first day you know of your pregnancy. He orders you to take a seat in the leather chair of his study with that Frontman-voice of his while he provides food, drinks and entertainment for you.

In-ho also employed a doctor on the island that specifically is there to give you full medical check-ups every week. He cannot risk loosing you or the baby this time, you have his heart tightly trapped within your grasp and he does not mind at all. His heart is yours and yours is his.

Your husband tries to pull himself away from work and planning this year’s games but the VIPs are quite demanding and he cannot afford to disappoint them. Although he is a lot more home than before which you of course enjoy.

Your husband is actually a very good cook and will cook for you as much as he can, but also doesn’t mind when you give into your insane cravings. He will question your choices though, maybe even check your forehead temperature to see if you’re sick or something when In-ho catches you devour a whole plate of cut fruits you generously salted.

In-ho always was more hesitant when it came to showing affection, fearing he might come off as weak or soft and maybe seem unattractive to you. Even if you think quite literally the opposite.

With you becoming pregnant he became more and more sweet with you. His kisses will be more frequent and linger longer on your skin, his hands will always find their way to connect with you and let them run over your waist, stomach, back and shoulders.

Your affection breaks this man more and more as well, your hand cupping his cheek making him melt and nuzzle into your palm like a touch deprived cat, your kiss warming up his soul over and over.

In-ho knew this before but he never fully realised how hard he fell in love with you.

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You’ve never seen him cry before so the sight of your husband completely breaking down and showering you in praises and kisses right after birth. In-ho pulled you closer against his chest as his tears flowed down to you, his lips whispering broken “I love you”s, “You did such a great job” and “Thank you”s.

You gave birth in a hospital in Soel and not on the island. It was the decision of both of you to spend the first few days after the birth in the old apartment he still owned in the capital city, away from all the death for just a while.

Those days were the most peaceful and pleasant days In-ho had in a while. It was almost like a dream come true, the dirtiest fantasy he ever allowed to imagine: a regular family life with a wife and child. To go to the grocery store to pick up some carrot baby food and the bar of chocolate you have been craving, to have his biggest decision be if the newborn will wear the soft pink bunny jumpsuit or the cozy grey cat onesie. To be a simple man and his only duties to be a husband and a father.

Although after two weeks of rest and peace, the games pulled him and with that both you and the newborn back to the island.

Your husband did set his will through with the VIPs though and worked himself more free time he could spend with you and the baby.

Though he sometimes takes his child with to work by strapping them onto his chest with a baby sling. He knows that the rather violent environment is not the best place to have a baby, so In-ho implemented changes in the control center to make the place a little more child friendly.

The word “eliminated” was a little too gruesome in his opinion, so he made the woman who spoke the first voiceover change it to “lost” or “lost the game”. The blood on the screens will be censored with the colour black and most of the sound will be muted as to not expose his baby to the screams and pleads of mercy and scar that young mind.

It’s quite the bizarre sight, the Frontman standing in the center of the control room, inspecting the new portraits taken of the players participating the games while a giggling baby was attached to his chest, curiously chewing on their own fingers, unbothered by everything around them.

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As a more experienced dad, In-ho, much to his dismay, found out that his now a little older kid is very attached to the Frontman mask. Sure, they still smile when they see their papa, but they do seem happier and more excited when he wears his mask and talks to them with the voice changer.

In-ho’s parenting style is more strict than lenient, though he does provide a lot of love, encouragement and praise for his child, even his ways to express those things are more subtle. His hands give out light pats on the head while a smile spreads on his face, giving them an acknowledging nod for their work.

Whenever his kid needs to be lectured, his voice is stern but not loud. Raising a hand does nothing but ensue pain, fear and hate, so he never did that anyway. Thanks to his role as the Frontman, he knows how to be and sound incredibly intimidating and menacing.

It’s not entirely his fault, but In-ho is not home with you and the kid most of the time. He is always incredibly busy, especially during that time of the year. He tries his best to compensate for that lost time by pulling himself away from the games and spend time with his family, but it proves to be harder than it sounds.

He has a lot of pictures of you two on his desk and study. Whenever stress gets to him in a moment of weakness, In-ho will take his time to go through every single one. All of the masterful drawings made by your child are also on full display for his enjoyment and you know he’s treating it like a modern art gallery; with uttermost care and interest.

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“Look closely at the consequences of playing your game.”

In-ho’s voice was deeper, distorted when speaking through the mask. His eyes pierced through the man kneeling in front of him. Gi-hun.

Gi-hun stared back up at him with so much hate, so much despise. It’s almost humorous to In-ho how the same man that seeped of both hate and determination insisted on giving him one of his essential ammunition magazines. Almost.

The Frontman moved and aimed his caliber at the kneeling man beside him, Jung-bae. He slowly moved his head over to his best friend in horror. “Gi-hun.”

Those were the last words he mumbled before In-ho pulled the trigger, executing the kneeling man swiftly.

As Gi-hun screamed and cried for Jung-bae, trying to reach out to his best friend as the pink soldiers pressed him firmly against the concrete floors below, the Frontman swiftly turned around and stepped away to the master control room, sliding his gun into the coat as he walked.

It was pitiful, he thinks. Not the display Gi-hun gave or how he naively trusted him as the played the persona of Young-il to the point of wanting to overthrow the games with him, but how he, In-ho, opened up to the man.

He talked freely about you and how you two met, fell in love and married, how excited and horrified he was when you got pregnant, how he cried for the first time in a very long time after you gave birth. Gi-hun laughed with him when he ranted a little bit about the adorable antics of his child and he comforted In-ho when he voiced how much he missed you and worried about you.

Most of it was planned to get closer to the man and build some sort of connection, to make Gi-hun think of him as a father and husband than a faceless player. It’s just that In-ho enjoyed talking to him so freely.

He doesn’t have friend, no connection to his brother, no people he can confide outside of you and he can’t really talk about his wife to you, can he?

It almost felt normal, like two men complaining about the small things in life like how dry the buns are they ate at breakfast, or compare their children to one another and pridefully gush about how his already knew how to speak both Korean and English at 1 year old and how Gi-hun’s daughter lives in America and goes to a prestige school.

Yes, he’ll miss those couple of days he spend with him. But duty calls. He has to move on now.

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Author’s note. Thank you so much for reading!

I wrote this over the course of around three days while recovering from a head concussion, so I apologise for any mistakes! This took a lot of effort but was incredibly fun to write!! This is probably one of my longest work yet but it’s totally worth the effort, I just hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[mama-qwerty]

Loving your analysis on the Sonic 3 lore. May I request a deep dive into Agent Stone’s character? I just think he’s neat and had some character development throughout the films.

In talking about Agent Stone, we have to talk about Robotnik's mindset and dynamic in relation to him. Stone doesn't exist in a vacuum, and it's his relationship with Robotnik that helped shape him over the course of the movies.

Gonna get looooong. Again. Because I just can't shut up when I get started.

In the first movie, Stone's simply an assistant, an over achieving second to Robotnik. (Possibly the only agent who could stand to put up with him for so long.) He was a little brown nosey, and portrayed the stereotypical characteristics of a really good assistant that we see in other media, going back as far as Radar from M.A.S.H. He anticipated his boss' needs, and supplied them almost before they were requested.

Robotnik obviously didn't respect him, even if he liked how Stone made his latte. Although I'd be hard pressed to think of anyone Robotnik actually respected or liked, honestly.

But it was curious why Robotnik then created a likeness of Stone to keep him company on the mushroom planet. It could be explained away that Robotnik was used to talking about his plans out loud, used to spouting about how brilliant he was, and what he felt were clever quips and barbs at those he deemed 'lesser' than himself, and needed an audience to do so. Not to mention, having a 'companion' of sorts helped keep him focused. Since Stone had been his latest lackey, the most recent sycophant to hang on his every word, he simply went the most convenient route and used him as a placeholder for this required role.

But was that all there was to it?

Robotnik went to the trouble of carving a face onto the rock. Carrying it with him wherever he went as he traversed the planet, seeking out sustenance and shelter and concocting his Rube Goldbergian machinations to make himself a cup of mushroom coffee. As a man of science, a man who prioritized his own survival and logical nature over useless sentimentality, it's curious he would go to the trouble of not only creating a likeness of Stone, but 'wasting' precious energy and cargo space carrying it around.

Which indicated that Stone's presence had a greater impact on the doctor than he admitted or realized, even to himself.

This is further reinforced by the doctor's manifesto, as referenced in the Sonic 2 pre-quill comic. In that, we learn that Robotnik left this as a sort of instruction manual for Stone to "rebuild [Robotnik's] glory on a mass scale". It guided Stone to "rebuild [himself] as an instrument of pure science", and helped Stone to infiltrate the Mean Bean and rise through the ranks to ultimately own it, and create that as a home base for further operations.

This indicates that Robotnik saw promise in Stone, and trusted Stone more than he'd likely trusted anyone else. Yes, it was all to build a society that Robotnik orchestrated, but the fact that he created the manifesto, with the intention of having Stone read and implement it, showed a greater reliance on Stone than previously indicated.

So Stone is in place, having transformed the Mean Bean into a secret base worthy of the best super villains. And now he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

All the while having to deal with the public.

As anyone who's worked in any kind of customer service job can tell you, dealing with the public day in and day out can drive anyone to thoughts of villainy. That last customer Stone deals with is a prime example of this, with the rude looks and actions, and overall disdain and contempt for service people in general, and possibly him in particular.

He misses the doctor, because he understood the doctor. Robotnik was a big thinker, someone who had higher aspirations and goals than anyone he'd ever met before. He didn't hold a high opinion of the general public, and the more Stone deals with them, the more he understands that mindset. And through the manifesto, Stone likely felt even more connected to Robotnik.

It's possible that Stone's feelings for the doctor didn't start out as a more personal, emotional kind of love. It's possible, and likely, they were simply admiration, because Robotnik was incredibly intelligent, and never let anything stop him from achieving his goal. In Stone's experience, it was possible that the previous people he worked with didn't have that level of dedication. So when he got with Robotnik, it was refreshing to see someone taking his position seriously, and not simply 'doing a job'.

But when Robotnik was bested by the hedgehog, and sent to the mushroom planet, Stone may have felt a little rudderless. Since he was working with Robotnik, and Robotnik himself had been wiped from GUN's database, Stone may have been a casualty of that as well. He was simply a 'lowly agent', so it wasn't that much of a loss to wipe him, too.

Either that, or he intentionally kept himself hidden to avoid being captured and grilled regarding anything else Robotnik may have been doing. Stone strikes me as the kind of man who can blend in with a crowd, and disappear at will.

He knows the system, and knows how to exploit it.

When the doctor returned, Stone was thrilled. Everything he'd worked for up to this point was finally going to be recognized, and he wanted nothing more than to pick up where he and the doctor left off, working together and striving for a better world.

Since Stone had been working at the Mean Bean, a place within Green Hills, he likely saw Sonic on and off. He couldn't blow his cover, no one knew he'd worked with Robotnik, after all, but GOD, seeing that hedgehog would have made the bile rise in his throat. This little alien, this cocky little furball had bested the doctor and sent him away, as though he were in the wrong. And this entire town supported it! And here was this blue rat, living here on Earth as though he belonged.

That fact alone would have pushed Stone even further to the side of Robotnik, thinking that the general public is nothing but "primitive, sport-cheering, social media-scrolling knuckle-draggers". They'd cheered the defeat of a genius, one who was simply trying to capture this unknown alien element that has proven itself capable of destruction on a mass scale, and call him the bad guy. Yes, his methods had been maybe a little unorthodox, but when dealing with such an enemy as an alien with super speed and the ability to create large blasts of energy, you had to think outside the box.

But he was finally back, and he'd brought yet another little spiky furball. And had left with it, leaving Stone behind yet again. But that was okay. He would return. Stone was sure of it.

And he had. But he'd been . . . different. Gotten the Master Emerald, and was . . . changed. And when GUN showed up, Robotnik had put his genius on display, and taken Stone with him this time. It was glorious, but had taken Stone a little bit to catch up. (Thankfully there was a manual!)

Then everything had gone pearshaped again, and those furballs won.

No matter.

Stone was a patient man.

He knew GUN's procedures and it took hardly a moment to infiltrate their ranks. He used their own technology and manpower to find Robotnik amid the rubble, and scurried him away to heal and regroup. One of the things included in the manifesto was blueprints of many machines and creations, and Stone had put Robotnik's drones to work building a giant crab bot.

GUN may have had eyes everywhere, but the ocean was still a mystery in may ways. And it hid may a secret.

But as the doctor healed, he fell into a deep depression. Being bested by the blue rodent not once, but twice, had done a number on his psyche. He'd lost all drive for world domination. His access to any of his drones and bots had been all but severed, and there were only a scant few satellites still in orbit with them aboard. Hardly enough to wage an all out assault, especially with THREE alien vermin on Earth to challenge him.

No. Robotnik was utterly demoralized.

But Stone stayed by his side. He kept Robotnik comfortable, and tried to reignite that spark within him. Tried to suggest heists and schemes to keep his spirits up. But it was to no avail. Stone stepped up, assuming a caretaker role, and offering support whenever he could.

He kept tabs on GUN's comings and goings, and when the board lit up after Shadow was released, he went to investigate. He found those rodents pinned down by drones, but not just any drones, Robotnik drones. This wouldn't do. If anyone was going to use those drones to take out these annoying little furballs, it would be Robotnik himself.

So he killed the drones--with the annoying side effect of saving the rodents--and returned to base. The aliens had followed, but he was keen enough to realize they had a common enemy.

An alliance was formed, and Stone had to admit that it was good to see the doctor more like his old self. Unsurprisingly, Robotnik very quickly narrowed down the source of the hijacked drones, and the group quickly went to investigate.

But then they'd found that old man. And Robotnik had tossed Stone to the curb because suddenly he had found his 'real' family, someone who would love him unconditionally.

And it hurt.

Stone never fooled himself to think he was ever on Robotnik's level. He was nowhere near as smart as the doctor, and couldn't even comprehend how the man thought. But he'd thought they were more than simply villain and henchman. Robotnik trusted Stone, more than he'd ever trusted anyone else. Stone had seen Robotnik at his lowest. At his most vulnerable. And didn't care.

Typical henchmen wouldn't stick around when the boss is defeated. They wouldn't drag his body out from under a felled robot and keep him safe. Help him heal. Fetch him burritos and cheap novels and steal cable to hook him up with episodes of La Ultima Pasion to help him pass the time.

Stone was still following Robotnik's manifesto, even when Robotnik himself had given up. Because he had faith that the doctor would eventually snap back to himself. That he would realize that the world needed him to correct it.

And that someday, maybe, Robotnik would see Stone for being the one person who'd stood by him, from the very beginning.

And he had.

When it was too late.

Robotnik's message to Stone as he managed to stave off the final explosion of the ARK gave Stone that validation he'd been looking for. Told Stone that, even though Robotnik was terrible at expressing himself, he had, in his own way, loved Stone right back. Appreciated Stone. Valued Stone.

And that's all Stone had ever wanted to hear.

And maybe, that gives Stone the encouragement he needs to continue with Robotnik's manifesto.

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[awkward-halfhug]

Wow I saw one (1) stray stargate post on my dash and my anger is flared again about Michael I can't TELL you how angry I get about literally every thing about his story.

Bby boy was THE sweetest most precious INNOCENT bean, and the sheer number of ways that Atlantis did him dirty is unbelievable. astronomical. ridiculous.

If there's ever a storyline that makes me truly dislike our favorite team it's Michael's. If they had just been honest! If they had just not treated him like a monster, effectively making him feel like thats all he could ever be to them! They changed half the cells in his body, wiping his memory and leaving him this puppy dog that just wants friends!! And connection! And a sense of home!! Even after he learned the truth, time and time again he was still just looking for home and community and acceptance (and honesty!!),, and our beloved team treated him, this new innocent creature, like the scum under their boots.

iF i HaD bEeN tHeRe we would've ran away, me and Michael. We'd figure it out. Work out the cure for his hunger without wiping his memory again,, he's smart, the lil fledgling (mad) scientist,, I'd take some cure with us and we'd flee to some planet and I would be his family and his friend and I would give him the love and honesty and compassion he deserved.

Ik nobody asked for this rant I just get SO steamed about it whenever it comes to mind >:(

[femchef]

[some shmoopy husband appreciation ahead under cut if you want to skip]

I’m not a romantic person in the modern sense at all, just to preface; but I want to share this quality I love about my husband - it’s just. So sweet? I’ve known this man for literally more than half my life and it’s just -

He completely, totally melts for classic tabby cats.

Gigi is his little princess; she is a black and brown tabby with little rosettes on her flank, classic racer stripe down her back, white socks and orange muzzle. She’s got sweet little rose-pea beans with some black spotting. She is absolutely spoiled - he buys her tons of her favorite toy (zip ties. Everywhere. All sizes. Many colors.). This man has been absolutely heart eyes for this small cat since the day a co-worker showed him a picture of a tiny kitten rolling off the back of a pig. At the point he brought her home, we hadn’t had a grey tabby in a long time - since his last one passed away years previous. But he just fell in love with her and she’s been our baby for three years. Every time we see a tabby he wants to admire them - this guy is possibly their biggest fan on the planet. He loves their grumpy eyebrows and forehead markings and ring tails and, and, and…

A lot of people aren’t as excited about tabby cats because they are the most common coloring - especially brown or grey tabbies. I’m just. Really appreciative that I get to share space with a person who just falls in love with these little black and grey kitties the most, when they are so often less loved, and mostly regarded as the ‘mutt’ variety of cats. just. Every single one. It’s genuinely a precious quality to me that he has so much love for them plus he’s so cute with how excited he gets I really love that about him.

[prismaticpichu]

What if Sephiroth tried to escape Shinra?

Shinra finds out about Sephiroth escaping, and he is just running away while Planes, Jets and Helicopters chase after him as well when he tries to run away

Oooooooooooh, JUICY scenario :00000 Yes yes yes yes yes!!!

I think a lot of this would depend on what point in his life Seph tried to escape. If he is just a baby bean, still being trained and exploited and pushed to his limit in the lab, he would prolly be able to get away. Not only would he be smaller and more evasive, but his name/face wouldn’t be imprinted in the planet’s crust yet. He can blend into crowds without drawing attention—and since this is Seph we’re talking about, he prolly had the foresight to take some sort of cloak with him, no matter how young of a brain. The only problems stem from not being able to take care of himself, after being cloistered in the lab and treated like an animal. He doesn’t know real food. He hardly knows how to communicate. He will prolly find himself taking shelter behind a crate, perhaps having made it to Junon. And there, someone would find him, seeing him in his bone-thin state, and take him in <333 Upon asked about his parents, Sephiroth can’t answer, knowing he would be returned to the bad men chasing him. He simply says he has none. It’s a tough, rocky decision, but the savior decided to let him stay, sheltering him and feeding him and restoring his strength. But Sephiroth can’t stay forever. He knows he can’t—knowing the bad men ware behind him and would eventually track him down, and take his caretaker away. Take them away just like how they took Gast away. So Sephiroth eventually leaves, and in this manner he makes his way across the continent, from house to house, traveling all the way across the continent… until he finds himself in a backwater town nestled in the corner of Gaia. There’s something there, he just feels it. Like a gravitational pull in his mind. Like his veins were reins and they were guiding him. Something feels… complete. Full-circle, almost. But he doesn’t stop to ponder over it too much. He just makes his way through, when the village is sound asleep in the heart of night. He makes his way through the mountains, navigating through the labyrinthine paths and all the way to a big, metal building sitting at the summit. He goes inside, making his way up the stairs, stopping before a towering door.

Though he can’t get them open, so he just goes back down.

It’s not the most ideal life, wandering from one corner of the continent to the next. But he gets the see the world. He sees the stars at night, real stars, like the ones in the books Gast used to read to him. So maybe it isn’t so bad, living life on the lamb. Maybe he’ll find Gast somewhere along the way.

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Now! What if Sephiroth was to leave while in SOLDIER???

“Depending on what happens, I may abandon ShinRa.”

So he does. He deserts, before he ever goes to Nibelheim. But this time, unlike his younger self, he ain’t alone—not at all. He’s got the pupper with him. And together they travel across the continent, heading for a place to call home. They both have cloaks draped over them, hidden from the limelight, and Zack has packed plenty of food for them to share—as well as lots of Gil to stock up. The journey is rough, vigorous… but one thing it’s not is lonely. They fight off monsters and troops at every turn, and they do it together, protecting each other with their lives. There is nothing more valuable, precious, and meaningful to them than the other’s safety. They’re everything they have… <3 There are nights when the temperature is hostile, the weather bitter cold, Sephiroth sees Zack shaking on the grass or rocks or against a tree. And what he does is almost instinct: he scoots closer to the boy, wrapping his arms around his treasured friend and bringing him close, cocooning them both in warmth. Sometimes, though, there’s times when Sephiroth thinks they made a mistake, thinking they had all that they could at ShinRa… and the thoughts only get more muddled when he realizes ShinRa is the core of so much pain. So much betrayal. Sometimes he doesn’t know what to do, and he squeezes Zack tighter than usual.

“Seph,” Zack starts one night, when they’re on the outskirts of Corel, feeling his friend’s body tense against his.

Sephiroth weakly hums in acknowledgment.

“…It’s gonna be okay.” He balances out the squeeze. “We’ll find somewhere to stay. I promise. Somewhere where you’ll be safe and sound.” A thread of mirth weaves into voice. “Heck, maybe we can be mercenaries. Keeping the world safe in our own way.”

Sephiroth can’t help but smile. “…Maybe.”

“And no matter what,” Zack continues, burrowing even deeper into his best friend’s cloak, close to his heartbeat. “It’ll be together. Always.”

[triptopandora]

avatar headcannons

bringing them a handmade gift (jewelry/clothing)

jake

jake would immediately struggle with verbally showing his appreciation when receiving a gift

“oh wow… this is great love…nice of you”

but behind closed doors, he treats your gifts like they are the most precious things on the planet

you sometimes catch him studying the details of the gift or (if a small wearable item) carrying it with him to hunts or battles

neytiri

“oh my, you made this for me paskalin?”

invites you to eat a warm meal or stay the night as a gift in return

can’t hide her smile when looking at the gift

when you come to visit her marui she has your gift out on display for everyone to see

neteyam

his whole mood switches completely when receiving a gift from you

hard headed to a soft lil bean

neteyam treats your gifts with the upmost care and love; wanting to know exactly how you made it

“so you made this from what? oh! where did you get those from? show me! i want to make one also!”

lo’ak

“you didn’t make this, no way bro.”

teases you to stop himself from turning into a pool of feelings

will not leave your side the WHOLE day after you give your gift to him

“i’ll wear it though, cause i kinda look good in it y’know?”

flaunts the gift to all of his friends

kiri

always has a random gift for you in return

“i will never take this off i swear! it’s beautiful.”

you both end up taking a long walk together to catch up and tell stories

you take turns braiding each others hair

tuk

screams at the top of her lungs when her eyes catch a glimpse of your gift

breaks the gift within an hour and brings the broken pieces to you with puppy dog eyes

“you can make me another… right? pleaseeee i’ll be more careful”

the next few hours are full of tickle fights and picking up shells off the beach

[panzershrike-pretz]

top five ocs :3

Lou you like to make me suffer???? It would be easier if this was like. A top 50 ocs 😭😭😭 i can't possibly choose only 5 🥲👍 (i'm lying)

Since I have Too Many Characters(TM), I'll narrow it down to choose between the 92 (oof) that already have ther ref sheets drawn :] and this is in no particular order, it's just numbered to look pretty,,,

1. Pangea Coldwell

She's a fairly recent character I created back in 2022. She's Peggy's handler, and a second world war medic (i was in my biggest WWII era at the time). She's a gentle and kind woman, with a big heart but almost no patience at all; usually seen as smart by her peers and fast-to-act, despite whatever's in he way.

Despite her interest in medicine, she's extremely fond of ice-skating, acting, singing and reading - some of her favorite hobbies that don't include her insane dog.

Her power is that of future-sighting, though it's not nowhere near as strong as Horace's. She sees only bits and pieces based on probability, normally of the immediate future (at most, she sees only a few hours ahead, while Horace can see years in advance).

2. Peggy

The absolute sensation. My baby. THE stupidest thing to ever walk this planet. Precious bean. The devil's child, born to put everything in her mouth (and hopefully eat it before dying). The one and only:

Peggy, the Belgian Mallinois is a medical-rescue war dog owned by Pangea. Don't worry, she's dumb even while at work. She has a magical shield against projectiles, so she's a walking barrier (RIP for everyone who tries to hit her with a shoe while she howls and barks)

Things that she eated included (but are not limited to): frogs, fish, insects, rocks, shoes, bones she found where bones shouldn't be, twigs, a dead starfish, baby turtle, tried to eat a crab but failled, a hat, her own leash at least 3 timess, wood, alcoholic beverages (she's fiiiiiine), a mushroom, triessd to eat a snake, etc.

3. Constance Ezebel

The Goddess of Oceans and Curses. I consider her to be one of the strongest Gods among my characters; she's as ancient as water.

Since she was cursed to stay stuck on a Loop in Tortuga, unable to be free at sea again, she takes her anger in those who choose the waters to be their homes. She controls floods and storms, but also when fishing is good and the seas are calm. The fate of all who chose the sea lie within her hands - and those of her se monsters and creatures, who do her biding.

She's a fucking bitch who never does anything for free and usually only accepts stuff if it's paid with a soul or sacrifice,,, she also throws the best parties so she's forgiven :3 and she's half goat so she's cool

4. Stiggy the Stygimoloch

He was just a joke I turned real. He's extremely OP (the indistructable, extremely agresssives and immortal little dinosaur. Who is VERY little and VERY angry) that I turned canon because I love him so much xD

His first appearance was back in 2019 (you see, he's OLD). His backstory is that all the anger in the universe fuels him and he was created by the Gods as a weapon or something. Anyway the only person who he listens to is Miss Kestrel

He's my fave joke character and i'm very glad I made him canon (even if he lives in a forest in the middle of nowhere without ever being interacted with xD)

5. Athena Crow

Death and Freedom Goddess! One of my mains like Pangea and Peggy! Blithe's iresponsible First Mate and Constance's biggest pain in the ass (Athena cursed her to be forever stuck on land and Constance cursed Athena to forever roam the seas. They are bestfriends but also hate each other's guts)

I have SO MANY thoughts about this woman it's unreal,,,,, I love how much of an annoyance she is in general. Alway here to make a fool of herself and have people questioning why the fuck they follow her

Form this I discovered that: of my favorites the only one who is not a complete and utter imbecile is Pangea. Good for her 🤡👍

[mhofergirl-blog]

6 years ago today, I saw my cousin Todd for the last time. Todd lived a very rough life, some by choices he made and many by choices made for him as a child and young person. We called him Todd Wad and Toddy Waddy. On that last day, I was able to see him, pray over him, tell him I loved him, asked his forgiveness for not being there for him.

I live with regret over Todd! As a child I felt helpless to do anything to make his life better, I didn't know how to make sure he felt loved and that he mattered on this planet.

I didn't see Todd or his 2 brothers often but when we did, it was usual things like hide and seek. I remember once, we went to the park in Hayward and there was a little zoo type place along the side. We saw an albino peacock...we were amazed. Todd was always silly and goofy. We have a family movie from that day, Todd was supposed to carry the pot for the pork and beans, instead he wore it on his head! Of course, he got in trouble 🤣

As an adult when I saw Toddy, he was a bit shy and reserved, I think embarrassed and shamed by his past, but I loved him. I felt such sorrow!

Todd made SOME changes and some better choices, but it was too late not to suffer the natural consequences of his actions. We talked of Jesus, Todd struggled to believe he could be forgiven and believe Jesus loved him.

On that last day, I received a call saying Todd was going to die within hours. I got in my car and drove to Fresno as fast as I could. I prayed and asked God to allow me to see this damaged soul once more.

I arrived at the hospital, I was told he was unresponsive for almost 24 hours and he only had a couple hours or less to live. Todd seemed lifeless already, no movement, no words, no reactions.

I sat on Toddy's bed beside him. I kissed his head, I rubbed his forehead, I held his hand and I talked. The Dr and nurses said, he can't hear you. I believed differently. I told him I loved him, I talked about good memories from our childhood.

I asked his forgiveness for not being able to help him and I told him Jesus loved him and that it was ok for him to let go, to stop suffering and go to be with Jesus.

As I began to speak of forgiveness and Jesus, Toddy moved his arms and legs, a year formed in the corner of his right eye. He could hear me! His body might have given out but his spirit was alive!

After a few hours,I kissed my cousin's face, told him he was precious and loved. I left the hospital. That was the last time I saw Todd. I know that Jesus holds Todd in his comfort and love.

I share this story because I believe most families have a Todd. I share to evoke compassion and to stand against thinking because that wasn't your path that you are above or better than someone whose life wasn't as clean as yours! I say this to that, the Bible says

ALL have sinned; we all fall short of God's glorious standard. Yet God, in his grace, freely makes us right in his sight. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins.

The other reason I share is to remind each of us that love is free, compassion is free, wisdom is free.

I love you all!

[sreabhadh]

Would love to see this concept in more depth, in more places, and just in general. Very yummy, delicious even.

Also when I read this my brain just went: Cosmere. Brandon Sanderson. *Starts listing mini instances of this*

Major Spoilers for Warbreaker, Stormlight Archive, Elantris, and Mistborn

Warbreaker. The lore is that the God-King is the ruler of Hallandren and the most powerful person alive? Psyche, he's a puppet head that's only a VESSEL for the most amount of power held by (probably) anyone else on the planet. He doesn't even have a tongue. Also he's a bean and precious and very much on the protect-at-all-costs list

Stormlight Archive. The lore is that in times of old during the desolations, there were monsters called Voidbringers. Oh. Wait. Based on this character's research, those monsters are actually the commonplace mindless slaves everyone uses and if they ever somehow regain their minds they'll be able to start killing everyone everywhere. Oh. Oh wait no oh wait, HOW- the humans were the Voidbringers? They're not even from this planet?? They DESTROYED the first one???

Shardblades, Shardplate. Initial lore? They're magical weapons from times of old when monsters had stone skin and thus our ancestors had swords that could cut through stone. How do they work? We don't know, we're still trying to figure that out, but hey we've invented some pretty cool stuff that works kind of like them so we'll get there eventually. :D Nope. Nope the magic weapons and armor are the literal corpses of old spren dead from broken oaths. If you are a character who has now spoken oaths and you try to wield one of those old magic weapons, you will hear it screaming in your head.

Gavilar. Initial lore? Oh, he was a great king who founded Alethkar, united the nation. A brother, a father, an uncle, husband and king who cared about doing things the right way and had big aspirations, a life unfortunately cut short by assassination, a huge loss for the kingdom. Um. No. No. There is a reason everyone who's ready the books revel in his death. He was manipulative, toxic, beyond power hungry, a cruel scheming heartless warmonger that used everyone around him like the tools he saw them as. He was the worst and a horrible brother, father, husband, king and uncle and his death was an absolute blessing.

The Heralds, holy beings second only to the Almighty himself. Actually, yes they are immortal but also every single one of them are categorically insane and broken and they gave up the fight centuries ago and have been living among mortals this whole time. One of them defaces every image and depiction she comes across of herself, one runs around killing people who become Radiants to stop the Desolation from coming again (it's already here but he's firmly in denial), another is trying to become a god and has been tainted by the voice of an actual (evil) god and, uh, you remember that guy in the psych ward that just keeps saying the same thing over and over again? Yeah him too. Also. Remember that homeless drunk guy you were buddies with and was there the night your brother got assassinated? Yeah him too. Oh, also the Almighty, (god) is dead. Straight up dead. Sort of. Mostly. It's complicated.

Elantris. Hrathen lore. He's a big important religious leader from an enemy kingdom where the government and religion are one and the same and he's here to do missionary work to convert the people so they can join the kingdom peacefully without dying and stuff because if he fails then they are going to attack, also he wears this fancy fake armor everywhere cause he's pretentious and crap and- .... -and he was straight up lied to, he wasn't sent there to convert people, save their souls, or give them a chance for peace. He was sent there. As a distraction. For the already invading army there to decimate the entire city and every single living inhabitant regardless of any religious or political affiliations. Oh also the armor he was wearing (literally) everywhere that was obviously fake because what nutjob willingly walks around in real, super heavy, great for overheating, cumbersome and restricting armor LITERALLY everywhere- Hrathen. Hrathen does.

Mistborn. Oh my GOSH Mistborn. So THIS is the legend, this is the story, the lore, behind ALL these things PSYCHE the story is a FABRICATION because the dang inscription said to "Only trust words written in metal" for a ding dang REASON Sazed and Sazed only took a rubbing of it instead of writing it in metal which meant Ruin was able to alter the words and EVERYTHING was a lie and that great heroic sacrifice of Vin's is ACTUALLY going to destroy the world and everyone on it. Among other things but this is already getting unintentionally lengthy, so~

Brandon. Storming. Sanderson. Cosmere. Skyward series (not Cosmere) and others I didn't mention fit this, but YEAH. It's good lol.

I would love to see a fantasy novel where the lore that the reader / protagonist learns at first is not true

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 7 part 5

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(Sorry for the little delay in posting, and sorry especially to @yodladi-yodlada and @redmagerefia for disrupting their daily routines!)

@onceuponalegendbg has pointed out something wonderful: "I love the way these lines are said. “Death ‘comes for’ us all.” “You say that like it’s a ‘comfort’.” …. “When will it ‘come for’ me?” But the way Lilia says ‘come for’ sounds like ‘comfort’ so it almost sounds like “When will Death ‘comfort’ me?” When will this knowledge be something that doesn’t scare me? When will I reach that level of acceptance, she seems to ask."

Maestra doesn't answer, she doesn't need to. Lilia already has all the answers. Look how the camera angle moves: I was falling in the past, I will fall in the future. Time is relative to her, she can jump from past to future with the same easiness the camera swipes from right to left. But Ellie, you might ask, shouldn't it be from left to right? It is, from Lilia's POV. Which is what this has always been about.

This was never a story about a group of witches dying senselessly on a fake Road, because all death is senseless anyway. Facing Death, be it your own or a loved one's, is an impossible conundrum, and I know plenty of very smart people who saw life as essentially meaningless because of it. That is something each of us has to decide on their own, unfortunately. Jac Schaeffer goes for the perhaps relative, perhaps naive optimism: agency. You ought to give meaning to your own existence, because the universe sure ain't gonna. Lilia, you are about to die, and there is nothing you can do to change that fact. What do you choose to do with the time you have left?

Lilia listens, even though she knew her Maestra's words all along. She turns to her left, following the camera's movement from a moment ago, and in doing so she deliberately looks at Jen. She is Traveling alright.

Jen has just fallen through quicksand. Meanwhile Lilia has been all over the timeline already.

Yes you can! You're doing amazing! She looks so proud of herself.

They're holding handsssss. why is Lilia literally the cutest most precious little bean on the planet

the random ass subway car! no it's not the way out, billy just literally dug a hole in the ground and found the abandoned subway system sharon mentioned all those episodes ago.

No wonder jen was pissed, she got this wonderfully vulnerable version of Lilia, only for her to change and forget a moment later.

You are my sister in the craft is just... it's so powerful. It's gripping my heart in such a strong, warm vice. She's claiming her identity and claiming her family.

Look how affected Jen is. she has spent the last hundred years rejecting her own people because she felt she couldn't belong anymore now that she's bound and, as always, being angry at them was easier than being sad. and here comes lilia who says, you are my family, you are my sister, you are an invaluable member of our community, and I need you at my side.

I know I'm repeating myself, but people do really need a support system. even if ultimately saving ourselves from the mess that is life is a personal effort - that effort becomes impossible if you don't have people in your life supporting you. what happened to jen almost destroyed her. and she still could fall, we don't know the rest of her story yet, but meeting alice, meeting lilia, and yes, even meeting agatha made a difference.

jen chooses to follow her, because lilia has chosen to be vulnerable, and it hasn't made her weaker. it has given her control. she turns around and returns to where she left the tarot trial, which is exactly where she wants to be

I WAS READING FOR THE WRONG PERSON. I AM THE TRAVELER.

She sits down, her back so straight. She is in perfect control, she has the power. Billy's Road might have killed her, but this isn't about what Billy did, it's about Lilia and Lilia's life and agency. And she is RECLAIMING it.

and now that Lilia is no longer afraid to unleash her frankly INCREDIBLE powers, she jumps. billy has said that tarots are about intuition and interpretation, but lilia isn't guessing, she is seeking those specific moments when the meaning of a card goes from possibility to truth. Lilia is NOT remembering here, she is deliberately, physically and effortlessly finding and visiting those moments of total clarity.

“The Queen of Cups.” empathetic, intuitive, inner voice to be trusted. Because despite her magical powers, lilia's greatest power is still empathy, and her strength was inside her along. just like the lion in The Wizard of Oz.

Lilia is now completely in the zone. the second card is What's Missing, the reason for her quest: what was lilia seeking, what did she need to find at the end of the Road? And the answer is of course, a coven, a community, friends she could share and laugh and cry and sing with. she goes back to episode two and to the list of names she gave agatha, and finds her answer within them.

The Path Behind, the wounds suffered and lessons learned, is Alice and all the people lilia lost

The Path Ahead, a place for growth and discovery, is jen. because jen survives the Road and her story is yet to be written, think of all the good she could do for witchfolk once she recovers her powers and self-esteem!

Obstacles: Agatha. but not agatha's cruelty, agatha doesn't hurt others because she's evil, but because of her all-consuming, devastating grief. Christ that picture of her with the three swords behind DESTROYS me every time, it's simply too much.

You can read this card as metaphor too: agatha is an obstacle to lilia, but also lilia's own grief and heartbreak have been the obstacle that kept her caged, alone and afraid. it's what we all have in common. and that's how shared grief can become a comfort and a bond: how can you not feel infinite sympathy for a pain that mirrors your own?

Billy is the Windfall. god, I cannot with this show. billy has the potential to be the Tower, to bring doom. but he is not the Tower, he is the Tower Reversed! he is a miracle, and lilia sees it! because lilia's powers, agatha's powers, wanda's powers, they all spelled doom, they were all self-fulfilled prophecies. and by god we are not letting billy go down the same route! potential is not destiny! we are accepting this boy in our family and we'll protect him and nurture him and we won't let him suffer the way we did. we are BREAKING that cycle. he was born a Tower? fine, we are gonna FLIP that motherfucking card!

hey guys, hey guys, did you know? you have to play with the cards life dealt you. and that means you can flip them too.

up to a certain point. because the last card, the Destination is...

go to episode 7 part 6

[xasha777]

In the heart of the galaxy, where stars birthed and collapsed in a symphony of light and energy, there existed a creature unlike any other. This being, known as Astro, was a cosmic Shiba Inu, born from the remnants of a supernova and infused with the essence of the universe itself. Astro roamed the vast expanse of space, his fur shimmering with the colors of distant nebulae and his eyes reflecting the wisdom of ancient stars.

One fateful day, while navigating the ethereal pathways of the cosmos, Astro sensed a disturbance. His acute senses, attuned to the vibrations of the universe, detected a cry for help emanating from a distant blue planet—Earth. More specifically, the signal originated from a small yet historically rich nation known as the Czech Republic.

Astro directed his flight towards Earth, entering its atmosphere in a blaze of light. He descended upon Prague, the capital city, where the signal was strongest. The city, with its gothic architecture and cobblestone streets, was a stark contrast to the boundless beauty of space. Yet, it held a charm and a mystery that piqued Astro's curiosity.

Upon landing, Astro was greeted by a group of scientists and astronomers who had been monitoring his approach. Leading the group was Dr. Eliska Novak, a renowned astrophysicist who had dedicated her life to studying cosmic phenomena. She had detected Astro's presence in the galaxy and had sent out a distress signal, hoping to make contact with the celestial being.

"Welcome to Earth, Astro," Dr. Novak greeted with a mix of awe and excitement. "We have much to discuss."

Astro communicated telepathically, his thoughts echoing in the minds of the humans around him. "I sensed your call. How can I assist you?"

Dr. Novak explained that the Czech Republic was facing an unprecedented crisis. A rogue black hole had been detected on a collision course with Earth. Its gravitational pull was already causing anomalies, threatening to disrupt the planet's orbit and bring about catastrophic consequences. The world's leading scientists were at a loss, unable to devise a solution to avert the impending disaster.

Astro listened intently, his cosmic energy pulsing with determination. "I can help," he declared. "But I will need access to your most advanced technology and the cooperation of your brightest minds."

Over the next few days, Astro worked tirelessly with the Czech scientists. Using his cosmic powers, he stabilized the anomalies caused by the black hole, buying them precious time. Dr. Novak and her team developed a plan to create a gravitational counter-field, a concept theorized but never before implemented.

Astro infused the technology with his cosmic energy, amplifying its capabilities. As the black hole approached, the device was activated, creating a powerful field that pushed against the black hole's gravitational pull. The tension was immense, and the strain on Astro was visible, his normally radiant fur dimming under the effort.

With a final surge of energy, Astro and the device succeeded. The black hole was diverted, its path altered away from Earth. The skies above Prague lit up with a dazzling display of colors as the danger passed. The people of the Czech Republic, and indeed the world, rejoiced.

Exhausted but triumphant, Astro looked at Dr. Novak. "Your world is safe," he conveyed. "But remember, the universe is vast and full of wonders. Cherish and protect your planet."

Dr. Novak nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Astro. You have given us hope and a new appreciation for the cosmos."

With his mission complete, Astro ascended back into the heavens, returning to the stars. The story of the cosmic Shiba Inu and the scientists of the Czech Republic became a legend, a tale of cooperation and courage in the face of cosmic peril. And as the people of Earth looked up at the night sky, they knew that somewhere out there, Astro continued his journey, a guardian of the galaxy, watching over them.

[sonulohiaems]

Beyond Gold and Glittering Gems: Unveiling the Hidden Pulse of Dubai's Multi-Commodity Mecca

Yes, diamonds dazzle and gold glistens in the Dubai Multi Commodities Centre (DMCC). But peel back the opulent layers, and you'll discover a pulsating ecosystem far richer than precious stones. Dive with me into this free-zone behemoth, and let's unearth the lesser-known gems of this global trade magnet.

From Humble Beginnings to a Trade Titan:

Born in 2002, DMCC wasn't always the behemoth it is today. It started as a modest vision, a glimmer of possibility in the sands. Fast forward, and it's now the world's leading free zone for commodities, housing over 24,000 companies from diverse industries – tech startups rubbing shoulders with agricultural giants, and energy titans whispering deals alongside diamond barons.

Beyond Bling: The Unexpected Ecosystem:

Forget the stereotype of diamonds and gold dominating the scene.Dubai Multi Commodities Centre  is a kaleidoscope of commodities, where coffee connoisseurs sip rare beans in dedicated tasting labs, and tech whizzes code the future of blockchain-powered trade. You can find buzzing tea auctions where bids fly faster than chai on a desert wind, and dedicated facilities for sustainable timber traded with an eye to the planet.

Innovation Under the Dubai Sun:

DMCC isn't just a trading hub; it's an innovation incubator. The DMCC Tea Centre boasts the world's only "Tea Lab," where scientists analyze and optimize blends, while the DMCC Coffee Centre hosts cupping workshops, brewing a community of passionate java aficionados. Even steel gets a tech makeover with the "Smart Steel Initiative," utilizing blockchain to track every bolt and beam – transparency reigns supreme!

A Community that Thinks Globally, Acts Locally:

DMCC isn't just about business; it's about people. Over 100,000 individuals live, work, and play within its vibrant Jumeirah Lakes Towers district. Here, yoga sessions mingle with commodity conferences, and art galleries showcase local talent alongside global icons. DMCC fosters a diverse, inclusive community where every dream has a chance to bloom, just like the desert rose after a rare desert rain.

The Future: A Glittering Horizon:

With its focus on sustainability, innovation, and fostering diverse communities, DMCC's future promises to be as electrifying as a desert sandstorm. Look out for blockchain-powered trade platforms streamlining transactions, sustainability initiatives greening the commodities game, and the rise of niche ecosystems like precious metals recycling and ethical sourcing.

So, the next time you hear "Dubai Multi Commodities Centre," remember, it's more than just diamonds and gold. It's a vibrant tapestry woven from innovation, diverse communities, and a relentless pursuit of the future. Come, explore its hidden depths, and you might just discover the next big thing shimmering beneath the Dubai sun.

Let's spark the conversation: What surprised you the most about the hidden facets of DMCC? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

P.S. Want to dig deeper? Check out their website, or better yet, book a trip (they host some amazing events!). You might just find your next entrepreneurial adventure amidst the bustling trade floors and hidden gems of the Dubai Multi Commodities Centre.

[hcrvelles]

Look, I love Wally so much and I haven't even played with him much yet. Yet another homerun OC from CJ. I love the way you write him having a sense of humor even after all the bad shit he's gone through. I love that you made him rebuild Harvelle's Roadhouse too. I'm looking forward to more interaction with him!

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

*squeezing you in all the love that i have inside of me* you are the most precious bean on the planet and i adore you so much. listen, boy's gotta make jokes or else he'll be forced to actually feel something and who wants that? not him.

[majorproblems77]

Ohhhh! fun!

So each of the major planets (apart from bolt due to its location) does general goods transfers to Castle. As its the hub for the cluster. Each of the major planets has a major export,

Ebon - Heavy grade materials

Tides - Precious metals

Halden - rupies (Which in universe are a kind of food) which can only be grown under certain conditions.

They trade to eachother through Castle for the most part, but Tides does have separate agreements with Ebon and Halden due to the usage of these metals.

Politics wise the council of eight runs the show for the most part across all planets. Each representative or 'Zelda' as they are titled represents the word of her people.

Relationships with the boys and their homes

This one is an interesting one!

Chronos - He loves his faimly and the farm, and he has a good relationoship with Fen and Twilight. He lives on the ranch with his wife Malon. Who is wonderful we love her.

Tempest - Lives at home on Tides with his sister. He would do anything for his sister and has almost gotten himself killed on several occasions because of this.

Skipper - While he lives alone in castle he and Tempest have been 'brothers' for as long as either of them can remember.

Saga - Lives alone at the peak of Firehalk heights. Perfers the solitude of the volcano to perform the magics he is often practicing.

Sprite - Im leaning towards being friends with Saga, but having no family of his own.

Crimson wave - Lives alone and is more of a father figure to Sky.

Sky - Sky is engaged to be married to Sun, and lives with her in a shared house in a small village in Bolt's inner atmosphere.

Smithy - Has no family left to speak of, he lives on caslte now so is really quite the loner. Though he often speaks to skipper,

And in order most to least likely to get in a verbal fight

Tempest - is a little mennace and i love him

Twilight

Skipper

Smithy

Sprite

Saga

Crimson wave

fen

Chronos

Sky - is just a bean who does not understand

*Knocks on inbox and enters with cookies*

Heyyyyyyyyyy friendo!

*places cookies on table*

I wanted to check in, how have you been? What have you been up too?

Flowers for major

Hey, ive been okay ig, busy with school but trying to find a balance, a lot harder than id wish but ehhhh

How are you? Working of ur au or relaxing?