#there was absolutely no need for his clothes to change. that's literally the manifestation of his fantasies

[shiiro-arts]

this bitch

[chaotickasugaicrows]

Welp, yesterday’s poll has spoken. You guys wanted to see the human and demon role reversal AU. We’re calling it Good Intentions. We struggled and brainstormed and did our best to change characters' roles without straying too far from their canon personalities. 

First up, the protagonist is one Muzan Kibutsuji. Muzan is an egotistical and cowardly little shit at first. He’s a kid from a fallen wealthy family but he takes extreme pride in his family’s name. His father instilled in him the belief that they’re family is perfect and that they need to build back up their name and remind everyone of how perfect their family is. Despite his ego, he’s actually quite insecure and compares himself to his little brother Kagaya. Muzan was born albino and not all that healthy. He doesn’t appear like he’s healthy and his albinism makes him look a bit out of place compared to the rest of the family which really bothers him. However, Kagaya was born even more sickly and that persisted throughout childhood. Muzan being healthier and being able to do things his brother can’t is what prevented too much resentment towards his brother. One day, while Muzan was away from his family, the Demon King came to their house, killed his parents, and turned his little brother into a demon. Muzan becomes determined to cure his brother to restore a semblance of his old life and wants to get revenge for his family. He also wants his brother back to normal because as a demon Kagaya is stronger than him. Yet, among those maybe less than stellar motivations, Muzan does in fact care about his little brother. He’s terrified of having to face life on his own and has nightmares about what would have happened if he had to kill Kagaya.  Now for Kagaya Kibutsuji, little brother turned demon. Kagaya is calm, quiet, and prefers to sit in the background. He’s not blind. He knows that his brother is insecure and constantly gives in, letting Muzan decide things or win arguments, because he cares and doesn’t want to see his brother suffering. Kagaya is pretty smart in making these concessions feel genuine so that it doesn’t come off like he’s pitying his older brother, so that Muzan doesn’t notice he’s doing this on purpose. Winning never really mattered to Kagaya. Kagaya’s got a more grounded confidence and friendlier demeanor that he learned from his mother compared to Muzan’s grandstanding that he learned from their father. As a demon, Kagaya resisted hurting his brother and held onto more of his humanity by clinging to the thought that he couldn’t leave his brother alone, that Muzan wouldn’t survive alone. Despite being calmer than his brother, both are rather dangerous opponents as they have a natural talent for battle tactics and strategy. Kagaya was more gifted in knowing when and where to strike for the most effectiveness, while Muzan was gifted in knowing how best to evade to give yourself a more advantageous position. Before fighting demons, these talents manifested in brutal verbal assaults that left no retort from Kagaya and dancing around topics of discussion in a way that allowed him to control the flow of conversation for Muzan. Kagaya’s blood demon art is Lunar Tide which allows him to manipulate water extracted from his blood and freeze it down to -173°C during the day or -273°C at night. He can induce frostbite to the point of necrosis, even in demons. Also, Kagaya is not carried by Muzan because Muzan said “being turned into a demon didn’t get rid of your legs, walk.” So Muzan went through the extra hassle of figuring out enough clothes and shade so that Kagaya could walk himself through the dang sunlight.

And now, last but not least for the moment, Demon King Tanjirō. Smol struggled so hard, literally agonized over making Tanjirō pretty much evil. She even wanted to make him win, which Lilith absolutely vetoed. He’s my blorbo, Lilith you can’t blame me. Anyway, this AU is called Good Intentions for a reason. Approximately a thousand years before the Kibutsuji brothers, Tanjirō Kamado was dying due to a disease he inherited from his father. Now, he might not have looked for a cure so hard if all his siblings weren’t also dying from the same disease. He was desperate to save his family even if he died first, willing to do anything. This led him to an experimental treatment that turned him into the Demon Progenitor. He turned his siblings into demons, all of them except Takeo who ran away because he felt that this was wrong. Kie also became a demon to stick with her children. Soon, however, they discovered that being a demon meant that they couldn’t walk into the sun (Rokuta wandered into the daylight and died, devastating all of them.) Thus, Tanjirō became focused on finding a way to make the cure perfect. To allow his siblings to live life to the fullest. Good intentions right? Good intentions that so easily became twisted. Demon King Tanjirō spent a lot of time searching and turned many others along the way. People he felt bad for, people with tragic stories. Tanjirō as the Demon King actually cares about those he turns. He feels possessive over them and over the years his perspective became one of us versus them. He wants those he cares about to be safe and protected, he’s biased towards them. If other people have to die, if things have to get messy, what does it matter as long as those he cares about remain safe and happy. He eventually grows more paranoid, protecting his demons from imagined threats. Tanjirō spirals into self justification for his more cruel decisions and does so for others too, him and his demons are always victims even when they’re the ones who instigate the violence. The stagnation of becoming a demon, this fixed and faulty mindset, can bring out the worst in even the kindest of people.

Ultimately, Muzan Kibutsuji starts off only caring about his family and later grows to feel empathy even towards his enemies, while Tanjirō Kamado starts off with lots of empathy and becomes colder towards those that are outside his circle.

[utilitarian-blog]

Understanding Trump And Trump Republicans

The party of Trump is not the Republican party of our fathers. We all know Trump changed the party, but people do not understand the changes he made, or why. And so, Trump is condemned for doing what his detractors do not understand. Trump is vilified for the things that exist only in the hearts and minds of those who hate him.

We hate what we do not understand, and most people prefer to think negatively of other people and their motives.

We tend to gravitate towards the simplest explanation, and this usually involves some type of conspiracy or negative stereotyping.

Most people prefer to assume the worst than look for a motive.

Trump is financially successful and something of a showman. But this does not exhaust all he is. Perhaps if it did, he would be financially better off than he is.

The assumption Democrats make is that Trump does what they would do. They assume Trump is trying to benefit from his fame and position. But assuming a Republican is a Democrat, is a big mistake. Yet, the vast majority of Democrats assume Trump shares their outlook on life even while they reject him and everything he stands for.

The problem is, there is another explanation for what is happening, but this one is difficult to get at, and most people do not have the inclination to seek it out. That does not mean it does not exist or impossible to find.

First of all, Trump loves America, and he does respect the regular person. He is also motivated by a faith in Christ, even if it does not always manifest itself in ways we understand.

Unfortunately, for him, he does not play to the crowd. He is not a populist in the ordinary sense of the word, and he is absolutely not a demagogue.

Donald Trump is not artificial. He does not dress down to identify as a regular joe. He does not think his clothes, lifestyle and plane define him. They reflect his values but not his soul. He is more than what is seen.

This is difficult for those who think property gives people their value. Those who think property defines the person, cannot understand the link between Silicon Valley billionaires and the average joe. But Trump does understand the link, even if he cannot articulate it well. At best, most observers say that Trump is making the New Republican Party a Big Tent Party.

We know what is meant by this, but of course it is not true in the literal sense.

Amber Rose, a blogger, was given a voice at the convention. So was a Hindu religious leader. Hulk Hogan was also asked to speak. These are not the normal voices of the Republicans.

It of course seems natural to seek the vote of Black people, women and the young, but giving voice to other religions and those whose morality is suspect, is not what is generally thought of when we think of the Big Tent. But this means we have to dig deeper.

The first thing we have to understand is that political party’s have one goal and one goal only. If a business seeks to make a profit, then political parties seek to earn votes. Without profits for a business and votes for a party, there is no business or a party.

Perhaps some of these allies are not the ones we would prefer to have, but we are not in the system we ought to be in. If we live in a capitalist democracy, we need to operate as democratic capitalists. In this system the party with the most electoral votes wins. Who votes does not matter. What matters is who they vote for.

Is this a perfect system? Of course not, but it is the system we are in. If we do not like it, we need to come out of it. But so long as we are in a democracy and part of a party, that party needs to attract the most votes to win the election.

The point is, Trumps Big Tent is not inclusive, in the literal sense. The Republicans do not want illegal migrants and the woke in the party. And while they may not always be able to be weeded out, it is unlikely Trump desires to see Muslims and the criminally insane become members.

Yet, one ought never to become a politician if one is not driven, to some extent, by pragmatic considerations.

Despite the Big Tent analogy picking and choosing does exist and who is being invited to speak is not a random process. But the impression many get, when unusual voices are given space at the convention, is that the party is losing its vision. This might be so but perhaps it had an outdated vision.

There were concerns that Nickie Haley was permitted to speak. More voices of protest were raised at J.D. Vance being made vice president. These are not historically Trump supporters, far from it, but they reflect, if not a new vision, a more defined focus.

We cannot discount the pragmatic need to win. There were no doubt calculations made concerning who to advance and give space to. There will always be some degree of calculated hypocrisy in politics. But there has to be more than the desire to get votes, or one’s brand would suffer, and Trump is very careful about his brand.

Trump wants to win. He does not want to win so badly he will resort to winning as a Democrat. He does not wish to win as a woke politician, or as a socialist. Winning is important, and necessary if one is to be president, but it cannot be everything. There are limits to what Trump will do to win.

Trump wants to be the president of America and America is highly diverse, and despite all the talk of a Big Tent, there must be priorities. No one is all things to all people. There is a sorting going on and we need to understand it. The democrats are not the party of Christian White Men, but do these labels sufficiently encapsulate the Republicans?

The Democrats know they cannot be for Satan and support White Christian men. They have made their choice. But on what hill, ought Republicans make their stand?

Can Republicans be the party of America, if America is inclusive of all persons within the border, as Democrats suggest? What defines an American? Is it the passport one carries or is there more to being a citizen than what Democrats claim?

It ought to be apparent that no party can represent everyone, but perhaps we do understand why. We might say that the government cannot be supportive of criminals, aliens and terrorists, but some appear to be. No Party ought to say they represent everyone, even the enemies of the nation, yet do all parties everywhere fully endorse this position?  

However, these questions about citizenship are so general they do not really help us understand the problem. Biden considers Trump and his supporters a danger to America. Can the Republicans truly represent Biden and his supporters? Is the call for unity a commonsense response to the attempted assassination of Trump.

Republicans would say those who permit aliens to enter the country without proper documentation are not patriots. Those who promote unlimited migration claim those who put nation before peoples needs, lack humanity. But this kind of back and forth could go on forever, without a resolution. All it really tells us is that there is a division between us. There is a division between whom we think are part of our group and those who we exclude. Those whom are excluded make up a group of persons who similarly exclude us. Politics cannot reconcile these differences nor neutralize them. We need a different response.

We all think in terms of identity politics, though the members of the group we identify with, will change as we mature, and our values change. We are also a member of different groups. Those in our social group are not the same ones who are in our family group. Our family and occupation group probably do not overlap. Those who are in our church may not represent our recreation associates.

Those who are Democrats are not the same people who are Republicans. There cannot be unity if the group identity includes features incompatible with the values of one of the groups.

This brings us back to the problem of who does the party of Trumps Republicans represent? We know this is not the Republican Party of old, but does this mean the party is an ad hoc collection of voters?

It might seem that way but surely something must be common to the old Republicans and new, or they would be a Democrat or have some other party affiliation. Whatever changes were wrought there still must remain a connection or the shift could not have been made.

The new Republicans are more of a shift in focus than an actual novelty.

We all understand that the Democrats are on the left and the Republicans are on the right. But even here, we do not fully understand what this means. The assumption is that the left comprises the poor and dispossessed. So, all those who seem disadvantaged in some way, become the constituents of the left. All those who appear to have been othered by conservative rich white men, especially are considered to belong on the left. Therefore, the Democrats, especially the Democrats of the far left, pillorizes rich white men, especially those who are Christians. Therefore, we see a line emerging between the parties.

But this is not the true line. It was a line created primarily by the Democrats to suit their agenda.

The parties were never divided solely along the line of white, Christian males, especially those who are older, and others. The Democrats may think they gain a level of political leverage, by portraying the enemy of the other as the white, Christian male, but there are many white Christian males who are Democrats, not the least of which would be Biden. There are many in the other camp who are Republicans.

And this is another anomaly. There are many people who see the natural allies of one party, who belong to the opposing alliance. White women are famously more democratic than Conservative, though their husbands, brothers and fathers are likely to be Conservative. This does not seem to make sense. But the division of parties along racial and religious grounds is not tenable. The division is more political theatre than rational.

We ought to see Trump, as a leader who has inherited an old and invalid way of dividing people. What he has done is to reform the division in a way that makes more sense.

In other words, there is a left/right division that is purely political and pragmatic, but there is also a left/right axis not based on race, age, income, sex or religion, despite conventional thinking. Trump has simply cut through the false narrative of the left and gave us a truer picture of the real division.

This inability to draw a real line of distinction between the two camps is problematical because we all know there is a division, and we know the division is real. We also know this division is fundamental, it extends beyond politics even into metaphysics. There is good and evil, there are those of the flesh and those of the spirit. We know that throughout history there are wars, and each side has claimed they fight on the side of right and justice. The other side in a war or even in a police action, is evil. But is it, when we do not know where the line is? Possibly we are being played by some clever, but demonic people and forces.

People change their allegiance from right to left and from left to right, and sometimes they do both. But for thousands of years, we have had conflicts and disagreements about which side is on the side of history, and no one has yet proved which side is right and which side, in error. This ought to give us pause, it ought to be very troublesome. There ought to be a way to define what it means to be right. However, there is one thing we can be certain of, both sides cannot be right. But just as troublesome and important, we need to understand, both sides can and are wrong.

From this vantage point, we need to understand that what Trump is doing, is purifying the right. Donald Trump is ridding the right of its Satanic elements. He demanded total allegiance not to himself, but to his vision and to his value system. One must never soil one’s robes with a casual connection to the forces of evil.

But how does Trump know where the line is if no one else has understood where it is to be found? Not even the church has been able to identify the wolves among them.

However, lets re-establish the fact that there are two different viewpoints. Indeed, lets enhance this to the degree that these differences of opinion are grounded in two realities. This is not hyperbole. It is a necessary conclusion to the existence of the widespread realization of this being a divided nation. We will never understand the division, until we understand the depth and extent of it. This division is not about preferences or attitudes, it is about something so fundamental it points to the very structure of the universe.

If we can comprehend, at least provisionally accept, the idea of two realities, the next step is to consider the possibility of there being two races. The issue of racism as based on a person’s physical characteristics, is a case of misdirection. There are indeed racial differences, but they are fundamental to our very being. Our race is fundamental to what it means to be human. We are born in the flesh. That is not up for debate, but we also die in the flesh. There is no argument about this. When this happens is up for debate, and to a large degree, a matter of choice.

This may seem to be taking us far from our starting point and far from our goal of understanding where Trump is coming from, but the need to understand the nature of reality and race, is vital if we are to understand the nature of the political division. The political division is along a racial divide.

Those of the flesh are of one race. Those of the flesh live fully in the phenomenological reality composed of physical matter. Those in the flesh live and die in the flesh.

But why does this matter, because it does matter. It matters because it imposes on those who live in it, certain conditions. Those who live in the flesh, are under the law. They are under the law because the flesh has only one kind of organization. All flesh operates according to the law of the jungle. In the phenomenological world, might makes right and the end justifies the means. There is no methodology for determining right from wrong, other than brute force.

If you can beat up the other kids your view of right prevails.

The absolute truth and necessity of this fact has to be appreciated to understand Trump, and indeed, the nature of those who live in the spirit.

If you have the biggest gang or the most destructive army, your view prevails. But can a nation or world prosper, if success is tied to our capacity to effect reprisals, on those with whom we disagree? But on what other basis, can those who live in the flesh, administrate the law other than by force of arms? If there were another route, the state would not need to have a monopoly on power.

This is the situation Trump inherited. He did not create the situation, but he has attempted to rise above it. This is why the left hates with a fierce conviction.

The conventional core of the Republican Party was the rich. They too lived in the flesh. The early division between rich and poor was a false division, one that did not reflect reality. Therefore, the core constituency of the Democrats became the poor, to play out this pantomime of political theatre.

This war between a left and right based on wealth, was the situation for many decades. Indeed, this left view of things has been the norm from the beginning of the world. History has been about the conflict between the rich and the poor, with the middle class holding the balance of power.

But this changed. The poor are no longer so poor, and the Middle Class no longer hold the balance of power. The upward mobility that had motivated so many of the lower classes to side with the wealthy, no longer exists in any meaningful way. The lower strata no longer identify with the Republicans. Things had to change.

The division between rich and poor, that had served as the basis of the political divide, has been eroding since the 1970’s. Trump is the first to realize the division was an illusion and a diversion from what really mattered. In simple terms it was not that one was rich or poor, what mattered was how one earned his or her money. To put it another way, the greedy poor, was no more noble than the greedy rich. The ruthless criminal was no worse a person, than the ruthless capitalist. This is where he got his Make America Great Again, slogan from.

People have interpreted this slogan to refer to an historical period, but this is not what Make America Great Again means. It does not point to an historical epoch.

There was a time in America’s past when attitudes were different. America was Great in a moral and spiritual sense, not in terms of its economics or politics. The country was Great, because the people were motivated by great aspirations and ideas and even by great leaders. The land was spiritual in the way it lived. This is what the Make America Great Again, slogan harkens back to; the spiritual soul of America.

These leaders and ideals are being erased. The Great Replacement Theory does refer to the replacement of Whites with Blacks, but that is just the most visible part of what is happening. It is just another example of a racial division that has inserted what is physical, to represent what is actually, spiritual.

There is a lot of things we see, when we think in physical terms, without realizing the greater part of what we are looking at, is below the surface. The visible is just the tip of the iceberg.

The worst part of this, is that none of this had to happen. White people created their nations; therefore, it is Whites who own their nations. Whites have an inalienable right to what they created; this right is Biblical, it cannot be rescinded, abrogated or delimited. But we gave the vote to those who have no rights. Because subjects and aliens have no property they created, they exploited the right to vote to take from we who gave them the vote, what they had no claim to. Stop giving rights to those who never created anything. These are the culturally dispossessed, who simply freeload to get what they need. Stop permitting those, who produce nothing, to vote on how our wealth, will be allocated. Value belongs to the ones who produced it.

This is the message of Trump. Those who do the work, have the right to the wealth they produced. No one else has a claim on the property produced by someone else.

The message of Trump is two-fold and it is grounded in the Biblical view that there are two races, the flesh and the spirit cultures. There are parasites and there are the productive group. The parasite take from the productive wealth they have no right to. To do this they gain the support of the Democrats and other liberal governments. Because they take without giving, what they have and what we have, has no value to them. So, it is wasted.

The message of Trump, and the Trump Republicans is that this injustice will no longer persist. We will no longer continue supporting those who will not work. We will no longer permit those who have not created the nation to claim a right to it or to any share of it.

Those who earn the wealth will keep the wealth they generated, and those who do not work, neither will they eat, they will not sit down at a table prepared for the worker and those who are of his family, by his hands.

[wordy-little-witch]

Time to project onto my blorbo because I am Going Through It Rn

Modern AU bc I am gonna make it a THINGGGGG

Bonus: info

TW for under the cut: • mental health crisis, • dysphoria, • US Capitalistic hellscape (that should be a tag), • disabilities, • allusions to SH but not explicit, just a quick lil vague allusion, • offers to punch a police officer???

Just. Buggy who has hypermobility and chronic subluxation and dislocations. He never got the genetic testing done so nothing is on hard paper or file about it beyond "hypermobility syndrome". Buggy who was a performer and a dancer and a hard worker who was a manager as a fast food chain and was KILLING IT, day shift there, nights spent as a dancer, aerialist, had a stint in a literal circus-

Buggy who was so used to "taking one for the team" that it becomes smth of a trigger phrase, who has turned to dissociation as the coping mechanism of choice when he hurts, is overwhelmed, is scared or in any way Not Okay

Buggy who has bled and bled and bled for his people and his loved ones because it was the only thing he knew how to do.

Buggy whose body finally gave in, enough for medical professionals to declare him permanently damaged, not enough for the government to offer anything by way of assistance.

Buggy whose mental health thus becomes absolutely FUCKED as a result, no longer able to fall on familiar habits because he physically can't - but he needs to work, needs to perform, needs to be of USE, needs to be IMPORTANT in others' lives lest they leave him too-

And Buggy falling into Old Old Habits he had been clean of for so long. It feels like a betrayal. It feels like comfort. It hurts. The pain is good.

He's functioning.

Then within two months, something Switches. The crutch has become a impassable wall, his threshold has evaporated, he is sparking on funds and he knows he needs to reach out, but he's scared, he's so scared because the last time was horrid, but they've grown, they've changed they promised-

He reaches out. "I can't do this," he admits like a confession, like an admission of sin. "I need help," he chokes, the words like poison but needed he knows this, he knows it's killing the bad but-

"Take one for the team," they tell him.

And Buggy breaks. He smiles. He's pieces of porcelain, held with masking tape because he Has To Be. He Has To Be This, He Has To Do This, He Has To He Has To He Has To-

He doesn't, actually. Red stains his skin, stabbed scarred l and fresh alike, but the red in his retinas is so much brighter because Shanks is bright, is Red, is Shanks, and Shanks is here, is there, is holding his hands and telling him to breathe and trust him and Buggy is held, is safe, is broken, is sad-

And Crocodile is warm, is sturdy when Buggy is scooped into his arms. Mihawk is efficient with how he expertly cleans, wraps, pins, with how he braids Buggy's hair back and ushers him into comfortable clothes.

Things will be alright, they assure him, things are tight but they'll do it, they'll figure it out, because what is money compared to him, what is opulence or a fancy car payment in comparison to their favorite joker? It is nothing, they assure him, nothing can compare to a brother, a boyfriend, a friend, a son - those were the words that mattered, nothing more, nothing less, because Buggy Is Worth It.

The money isn't the crux of the problem, not really, but it's this episode's manifestation, it's the focus, the fixation. It's a trauma, but it's not the whole picture, but they will mend this piece as best they can, they will hold the pieces in place until Buggy is strong enough to hold them himself because they love him, they love him, by the Seas and Skies, they love him.

And when Buggy, half asleep, begs to not "go back", he doesn't have to specify, the group knowing the horrors beyond sugar-sweet smiles and sickly mint walls. They will not admit him, not unless he chooses to go in himself, and Shanks may get a slap upside the head when he offers to punch anyone who tries, cops included.

Buggy's laughter is worth it though.

Buggy is worth it.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I like to collect my questions, so I don't spam your askbox every time a random thought pops into my head. Instead, I just do one big spam because apparently I collected way more questions than I expected, ups. The Angel Neil AU is just so cute, I want to grab its (metaphorical) cheeks and squeeze them. It's also sad, and funny, and interesting, and you balance it all in such a nice way. I've also always had a thing for otherworldly beings, so it just all adds to my obsession for this perfect creation. Anyway, here it goes.

Can angels be re-assigned if they don't like their protectee? Like, if they really really hate them. Does Neil ever get cold? Can he just manifest an outfit, or does he have to physically change (could he manifest the angel outfit that Andrew has been daydreaming about hehe)? Can he teleport? For example, if Andrew was in danger and he was far away (i.e. on a roof), would he have to physically walk/fly there? Can he phase through walls? Can Neil see other guardian angels around, or would they also have to "turn off" their invisibility? Does he always have to be within a specific radius of Andrew? How far high has he flown? Does he have to breathe? Has he touched the clouds? Have Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin all talked amongst themselves about Andrew's absences? Or has each one just noticed separately? Has Kevin noticed? If so, what does he think of it? Speaking of Kevin, how is he feeling lately? I hope Kevin has a guardian angel somewhere too, the poor guy deserves it.

I hope it wasn't too much, it was more than I remembered having :') ily too, how is your week going?

Aw hon, you can spam me anytime. But I totally understand saving up questions. Either is fine. <3 By the way, I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to answering. I literally said to send me questions and then didn’t answer for two weeks. TwT I’m so sorry. orz

Ahh. Thank you for all the compliments! <3 I also have always loved the supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, demons, angels. They’re all such fun creatures to read/write about. :D 

Answers for your questions under the cut because this is almost 900 words and I don't want to block everyone's dashes because most people probably don't care.

Yes, I think that angels could be reassigned! If absolutely necessary. Because imagine changing your charge and the new one is worse! And you’re stuck with this shittier one till it dies? And if you let it die on purpose, you lose your job and stop existing? Like… D: Yikes either way.

But, most angels don’t talk to their charges. They watch from overhead and intervene when they need to. During down time, most angels generally just hang out with other angels. But… Neil doesn’t know that. And even if he did, he’d rather be with Andrew than some random winged bitch. You know?

Neil can and does get cold/hot!

Neil is still wearing the outfit he died in. He could probably use his Angel Powers to create different clothes, but he doesn’t know how. And besides, these clothes are fine. (Me: You died in them, Neil. / Neil: But they’re comfortable.) But yeah! If he really wanted to, nothing is stopping Neil from popping into the mall and stealing some clothes. Like…  he’s stolen before. And he’s invisible now. It would be so easy. He just doesn’t care to.

If Neil asked, Andrew would buy him more clothes and bring them up to the roof. But as we know Neil has a hard time asking for anything. So he won’t. 

Yes. Neil can just PING to Andrew. (Mild spoiler for a much later part of the fic so skip to the next paragraph if you want to avoid! Before they met, Neil wasn’t a great guardian angel. He thought of being an angel as his second chance at life and wandered around doing whatever he wanted. Until he first felt that pull and realized Andrew needed him. And he popped right to him.)

Neil generally just follows Andrew however his human is traveling. If Andrew is walking to class, Neil walks beside him. If Andrew is in a car or on the team bus, Neil sits on top of the vehicle. He’s thought about taking a free seat in the bus, but he’s afraid he’ll accidentally Become Visible and freak Andrew out. So he hasn’t done it yet.

I hadn’t really thought about it, but why not? :) He can be invisible, he should get other Ghost Qualities. So, sure. He can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! (Sorry for the Danny Phantom reference. But not really.)

Neil hasn’t seen any other angels around. He will eventually! (I’m not sure if they’re purposely hiding from him or not.)

He doesn't have to be in a specific radius of Andrew. There's no limit to how far away he can be and he tested it a lot when he was first given to Andrew.

He enjoys flying, but he never strays too far. At least, not since that first Incident. Sometimes when he’s bored out of his mind, he’ll go up, up, up and glide back down until he gets tired of that. But it stretches his wings and he can see all sorts of things from so high up. :) 

Neil does breathe. He probably doesn't have to have to, but it's a habit carried over from his human life so he still does.

He probably flew through some clouds early on. I imagine learning to fly on your own would be difficult, so controlling the Come Down Aspect would’ve been challenging for him.

Oh yeah, I think they’ve all definitely noticed. And Aaron keeps asking the others about it, but they of course have no idea where Andrew’s been going so they just shrug. Kevin also hates that Andrew keeps disappearing, because hello. This man is supposed to be his partner now, at his side and keeping him safe/sane. But he knows that all he has to do is call Andrew and he’ll come back. So he’s not that worried. Nicky thinks Andrew has met someone, either a girlfriend or a friend group, and he’s happy for him. 

Kevin is feeling alright lately. His hand is getting better by the day and the team is… Well, it’s not getting Worse. So he can’t complain too much. Also, he does have a guardian angel. :) 

Oh my god, you’re absolutely fine! <33 Like I said, I want to talk about my fics. I want to answer your questions! It’s fun. And it helps me, you know? Like, I hadn’t really thought about the Nicky/Kevin/Aaron situation before. (Sometimes I forget there are other characters in this fic because it’s usually just Andrew and his angel.) But your question made me think about it. And now I have a new idea for later! :) So thanks. <33 

Also, the past two weeks have been… A blur? Like always. :’) I don’t really know. I mean, I’ve been trying to write more and working on the kevjean vampire thing. And also I’ve been playing a lot of Webkinz, one of my favorite childhood pastimes. So… Yeah. :) I hope you’re doing good! I love you. <333 Thanks for the questions and the patience. <333 

[aroaceleovaldez]

Could you please share more thoughts about Nico's disability?

I'm very interested to know your opinions.

OH BOY ABSOLUTELY

This is very long i am sorry u_u but also this is what happens when you ask for my PJO opinions. I’m just gonna kind of go through and break down some of Nico’s canonical disabilities throughout the series. If anyone wants to hear my specific headcanons about his disabilities or elaborate further on anything in here, I can make another post with that since this one is already plenty long enough.

First and foremost, the obvious inherent one - ADHD/dyslexia. I know we don’t see a lot of this for him because for most of all 3 series he’s a minor or secondary character (save for BoO in which he gets a couple POV chapters) besides maybe some hints of it either when he’s younger and there’s a lot of notes about him being very hyperactive or whenever Mythomagic gets brought up, but those are disabilities are core to a lot of Nico’s experiences and how he behaves as a character. I think there’s a lot of interesting character analysis you can do in the first series with looking into how the different characters interact with in particular Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria, and in Nico’s case I strongly believe his experiences with RSD sets up a decent amount of his character early on. Also we see some traits of his ADHD manifest in his impulsiveness and hypersensitivity, alongside his general restlessness (particularly his notes about struggling to stay in one place for too long and needing changes of scenery - environmental understimulation!) and minor fidgets that we sometimes see with other characters as well.

Secondly, going back to Mythomagic - Nico being autistic-coded. This is most obvious with his special interests in mythology and specifically Mythomagic, but also manifests in a lot of other ways (some having a lot of overlap with the above). I do specifically say Nico is canonically autistic-coded because we never get explicit confirmation in-series, but it’s heavily implied through both notes about his character and patterns in the first three books where prominent secondary characters are coded as having certain disabilities without explicitly stating what they are (well, minus the first book in which Percy and Annabeth both directly state they have ADHD/dyslexia, though again I return to the weird notes in the first book about “they technically don’t have ADHD/dyslexia, it’s just demigod powers manifesting the exact same way as ADHD/dyslexia” but literally everything else in the series contradicts this and also It’s Stupid so i elect to ignore it). Annabeth is ADHD/dyslexic. Tyson is coded as having down syndrome. Nico is coded as being autistic. That’s the pattern. If it’s handled well is another story but we won’t get into that here. For now, it’s just a pattern that exists, Nico is autistic-coded, let’s discuss that. Besides his special interest(s) (i separate Mythology and Mythomagic as two different special interests of his, though also we later learn he formerly had a special interest relating to pirates), we also see a lot of notes of Nico being sensory-seeking and sensory-adverse (notes about him preferring jackets despite weather, especially jackets and other layers that are notably too large for him, preference for dark clothes, preference for specific patterns [skeletons], etc). He also has several comfort items throughout the series - his ring from Bianca, his jacket(s), etc. Again, he also has hypersensitivity with his strong empathy being a notable aspect of that. He also struggles with poor introspective (internal feelings) and proprioceptive (awareness of body) senses (btw! There are 8 senses, not 5!) - when he’s younger he has difficulty gauging his own energy levels, both younger and later on into his life he has difficulty interpreting social cues and emotions, and he has difficulty gauging his own bodily needs and the condition he’s in (for him specifically, usually in the form of being unaware of how injured or tired he is until he physically cannot function because of it). Again, a lot of this can overlap with ADHD, but I specify it here as part of his autistic-coding because I feel in his case it fits better here.

Third for canon disabilities - his powers, which is very interesting in that, obviously, it’s not a real-world disability BUT it acts as a window into his general health and ability, which we don’t get as much explicit indication about. When we’re first shown Nico’s powers, he accidentally creates a CHASM in the dining pavilion, seals it, and then runs off like it’s nothing (and is able to outpace Percy [though Percy did fall] enough that he found the labyrinth and got away before Percy was able to track him down. That part is somewhat loose evidence though because while Nico is short and not trained as a demigod, it is winter [which means Percy is somewhat affected due to his own powers alongside indication that Nico may not be as severely impacted by cold as others due to having powers that influence temperature] AND Nico was at a military school for several months while Percy had been in regular mortal school and not training at camp, and again had fallen at the beginning of Nico running off also having just been fighting skeletons and gotten back from an exhausting quest). Main important part of that is he seemingly created a chasm with little to no effort, if not wholly accidentally, and then was able to run off without being tired. We later see him control an entire crowd of ghosts for an extended period of time and only need a short recovery period afterwards, create a giant slab of black marble while actively running away, shadow-travel (with notes of him having accidentally shadow-traveled to other countries), and raise the dead with no formal training and very limited consequences all while having lived in the labyrinth/woods for months and explicitly being described to not be in great health due to Minos’ manipulation. (Speaking of, Nico also has a subtly noted eating disorder.) In the finale battle of BoTL it takes essentially two difficult battles for Nico to become exhausted. In TLO we see Nico able to shadow-travel a decent amount and control a ton of skeleton guards before he becomes exhausted, and then later he shows up to war again controlling a ton of skeletons and his powers in absolute full-swing with no issues.

It’s only after Tartarus we see Nico’s abilities begin to grow weaker (which makes sense! Nico was in Tartarus for a while and then stuck in the jar, which even further decreased his health and put him under a lot of strain). From Percy and Annabeth’s POVs of Tartarus, we learn that the entire environment is almost completely inhospitable, including but not limited to noxious air and almost no food/water besides the Phlegethon, which essentially just magically keeps things alive so that they can continue to experience eternal torment. We also know that Nico witnessed Tartarus differently than Percy and Annabeth due to Percy’s description of the slight glimpse we see of how Tartarus truly looks, not to mention Nico was alone (besides not having someone else with him, there’s actually no indication Nico received help from Damasen or Bob/Iapetus, since we’re told in HoH that Bob/Iapetus entered Tartarus specifically to assist Percy and Annabeth and seemingly had no way to escape - all we know about his time in Tartarus is that Nico at some point met Achlys, from which we learned that Nico was in such great sorrow that Achlys was impressed) which means Nico was under even more mental stress than Percy and Annabeth were, for presumably a longer period of time, immediately followed by being captured and held prisoner. (Also there’s that one time he’s tortured by Cupid which certainly doesn’t help anything.) After this, even as he begins to regain his health (and starts working on addressing his eating disorder), every time he uses his powers we’re shown how much more it takes out of him and how his abilities have decreased, even if he has something to assist him (such as Diocletian's Scepter). In BoO when he dispels the skeleton army and banishes Bryce Lawrence’s soul, doing so almost literally kills him. He can’t shadow-travel to the same degree he used to, and not even remotely the same distance before he literally physically collapses (or begins physically fade/disappear into shadows). In TOA we see that Nico becomes exhausted significantly faster than he ever used to (both in general and power-wise), even though his health has improved greatly since the events of HoO. It’s heavily implied that this is a more permanent state of his health - he’ll never fully regain the level of abilities he once had, despite the standard for demigods being that they become significantly more powerful over time - and most likely also he will not ever be able to return to the physical condition he was once at.

You can also include his memory loss as well in this discussion since unlike Percy and Jason, Nico’s memory wasn’t just hidden by a deity but wiped by the River Lethe, and while he’s somewhat recovered some of his memories since then we know explicitly that he will never fully regain the memories he lost. Regaining information about his past that he lost was an important arc for him between BoTL and TLO (alongside into the beginning of TLO as well).

I do like how Nico’s disabilities in general are framed throughout the series - he’s not belittled for his disabilities and his disabilities aren’t made the butt of a joke. His special interests are useful on multiple occasions. Him passing out is generally treated with appropriate severity and concern. He keeps his agency and independence while also receiving appropriate help and support to meet his needs. But I wish the fandom granted him a bit more of that agency rather than so often painting him as completely helpless and putting his loved ones basically in charge of his life.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Happy new episode day everyone! 🎉🎉🎉

I wanted to get this out before the episode goes live and I’m hopin o can get everyone else done this week so I can then do a more general costume post for the episode looking at all the characters rather than individual focus! I’m sorry it’s ended up as an Uber long post! As always thanks to all the gif makers who’s gifs I’ve shamelessly stolen to make my mountain of text look prettier and show my points!

As ever this is a continuation of my costume metas which you can read here, here, here and here.

I’m going to look at Christopher in two separate parts - firstly the suit shopping scene because I have a suit Goldilocks theory (and this is partly because kids only wear suits at certain events - not in more day to day and work scenarios like adults!)

- his old suit that he wore to his mother’s funeral is too small.

- new suit he’s trying in to please his fathers girlfriend is too big and doesn’t fit properly (telling that he’s tried on several).

- the next time we see Chris in a suit I expect it to fit him perfectly (Manifesting at Buddies wedding 🤣)

- These suits are a literal metaphor for where Chris is mentally and emotionally and his costuming is important because he’s a character we don’t really often see away from Eddie or Buck.

I’m not saying the old suit is too small because he doesn’t still love his mom, because he absolutely does and he always will, but she can never come back into the picture. We as humans continue to grow and develop and change even, and especially, when we loose someone close to us (I speak from personal experience here - I lost my mum at 18 - I will always love her and she will always be a part of me, but I know I’m a different person than I would’ve been because she is no longer a physical presence in my life providing support and guidance - I wonder if she’d be able to recognise the me I am now.) Chris may not be cognisant of this yet, because he’s still a child, but to us as the audience the suit is a physical representation of his personal growth as well as his physical growth as a child, the fact it doesn’t fit properly shows us he’s not yet there.

The suit shop suit is also showing us, the audience, Christopher’s opinion on Eddieana as a couple - it doesn’t fit and he is manifestly uncomfortable! The only other time we’ve seen him act out in any way when Eddie told him in s4 that he was dating Ana and this suit is a continuation of that.

- an ill fitting suit and it’s interesting that it’s grey - he won’t be the focus of the scene even though other aspects of the mise en scene initially pull you that way (that it’s supposed to be Chris they’re shopping for, shop assistant and everyone are focused on him - except the camera and sound etc) - an aside to say I love the use of mirrors and both Eddie and Chris being seen in reflection - the representation of not being one’s true self (911 uses this concept really effectively- think Bobby getting back into the dating game in s1 and all the times the mirrors on the fire trucks or mirror reflections have been used!) - they are both trying to make the other happy by projecting what they think the other needs - neithers reflection looks comfortable in that moment even though they’re trying - an indication that they’ve not spoken with each other about it, they’re just following along with a projected image!

On to the rest of Christopher’s outfits!

we have no real idea how he felt about the break up - because we haven’t been shown his reaction, but we can make some assumptions based on his clothing. This season Chris has had some different outfit choices from previous seasons and they reflect what I’ve previously said about Buck being in smart and patterned shirts around Taylor. I should also add that the outfits Chris has worn in previous seasons are really interesting in relation to how his personality is developing into a blend of Eddie, Shannon and Buck (I might do an entire post on this alone when I get some time!!) Chris has had 5 scenes thus far and they all reflect his comfort levels (and also to a subconscious extent his fathers) especially related to Ana and Eddie - hard to get a read on anyone else because he’s not really been around anyone else yet.

Green poisonous creatures tee - aside from the rather obvious poisonous creatures, the shirt is green - not quite the army green of Eddie’s, but it’s in that tonal area - he’s going into battle for his dad - the brighter shade is also interesting because it sits in the spectrum between the subtle shades of Eddie (reflecting his quieter more stoic personality) and the brighter tones of Bucks clothing (again reflective of Bucks more outwardly loud personality) - perhaps, and I might be reading more into this than is there, but it’s something I would’ve done, (and the costume designer will have been involved in season arcing conversations so will know where Buddie is headed at this point - lucky Alyana!!) as a way of showing that Chris’s personality is becoming a blend of both Eddie and Bucks - that Chris is prepared to be a it louder when he needs to be - that Chris is the one that drops the info to the Dr about the shooting holds this theory up and it’s his way of fighting for his dad and getting him both some support and for Eddie to acknowledge he needs some help - that it’s being instigated by chris is an important and wonderful thing because Eddie will always do stuff to make sure his son is ok so for them to signal chris is willing to do the same is just amazing and shows the father son bond and all through a t-shirt, never doubt that designers do thing intentionally (even if it’s to play with the audience’s minds). 😍

When Chris and Ana visit the firehouse we see Chris in a pretty formal outfit for a 10 year old considering it’s also a heatwave (we’ve seen Chris in shirts before, he does wear them fairly frequently. When around Ana he never wore t-shirts in previous seasons which makes the green tee from above the exception and the reason why is obvious!). Again the shirt is slightly over sized, but it’s also patterned - the pink and blue check which from a distance reads as a purply red colour and is pretty busy, this all matches what I’ve said previously about Bucks shirts indicating his discomfort around Taylor - formal = not comfortable - putting up a front or presenting an ideal, and the pattern = disordered thinking and lack of mental comfort. All of this is signalling that Chris is not happy being left with Ana so he’s putting up a front. We know if he’s been with Carla he’d have been much more casually dressed - we’ve seen it in previous series, which is why this outfit was so important and jarring!

I can never never never get enough of this hug btw!!

I can’t find a Gif so you’ll have to take my word for it or go watch the (cringe fest of Ana) scene again. Chris’s yellow shirt is an acid almost neon yellow - it’s super bright - the brightest thing in the whole scene by a long way and it’s meant to draw our eye - it’s as much a signpost for us as it is for Eddie - Chris is the way out of the darkness, he is Eddie’s guiding light, a route out of the mental darkness that has preceded, the blackout (which is a metaphor for most of the main characters internal turbulence at this time) and in some ways ties in with the green shirt from the hospital (I wish I could fully see the design on it to see if it revealed more).

We’ve seen Chris in yellow a couple of times, and they’ve been important.

the tsunami - which cemented his bond with Buck, separate from Eddie.

Also at Mays graduation party - where we saw Buck stepping into a fatherly role (mays message board) and cementing the Buckley-diaz family dynamic (that this is happening at a time when we now know Eddie is changing/ has changed his will makes it even more pertinent!).

The blue tee Chris is wearing bed is super interesting to me - this is one of the few times we’ve seen him in a single colour t-shirt (especially when he’s in pyjamas!). Normally Chris is either wearing multi colour tees (such as the striped ones we’ve seen him in previously), patterned pyjamas, or t-shirts that have logos on them. In fact (off the top of my head) the only instance prior to this I can remember Chris wearing a single colour t-shirt is when Eddie comes home from the hospital (and fun fact it was a mini Henley in army green!). There could be several reasons for this - blue is considered a calming colour and Eddie is seeking the calming comfort of his son, he’s not in need of guidance at this point in time (the universe doesn’t need to scream at the moment for more than one reason) so there is no graphic logo (as an aside we don’t even see the solar system mobile in this scene!) also the fact that it’s what I term a ‘jewel’ shade (which is the colour spectrum they tend to put Buck in fyi,) is designed to re-emphasise the importance of Christopher to Eddie - the importance of family.

I can’t wait to see what Chris is wearing in future episodes, his costumes are always so interesting and I’m expecting a return to graphic tees and colour ways that match both Eddie and Buck at different times! I’m definitely going to have to run a closer look at his outfits since S2 in more detail, especially around when he is and isn’t wearing stripes because I have a theory about 911 characters in stripes, but I need to check it holds up I’ve just not had the time to look at it yet!! And one other thing I need - Eddie in yellow, to support another theory I have (and the yellow from the crossover doesn’t count even though it made him look so pretty 😍)

[carbonateddelusion]

yooo you got any hcs for the spam spam puppet?

oh yeah sure!! I haven't been super actively thinking of hcs but here

His clothing is absolutely torn to tatters. it's a patchwork mess of a bunch of vaguely matched fabrics and he hasn't changed since the day he got booted out of the castle

I really like the idea of him being this. partly machine/magic creature (inspo by @/gatorbeast)... with fiber optic cables for whiskers

The Acid Theory isn't a thing with my Spam- he underwent a transformation from an Addison to a literal puppet, slowly morphing into more and more of an "inanimate" object during the process of his glory days- it's something he tried VERY hard to hide, but gave up after everything tanked. also he was always a short king

He's still just a plastic/wooden puppet under all of that clothing (except for a squishy beanbag-like torso), tho I do like the idea of him returning to a. more alive? monster body like he was as an Addison if he could get his hands on a Lightner human soul

The bits and bobs of his puppet bits are animated by his own soul, sometimes he can manifest tendrils out of his magic but it takes a lot of focus

This man is chock-full of computer viruses. fuck McAfee, you need some Norton 360 Deluxe

If you were to actually purge his body of all of those viruses, he'd speak MUCH more coherently and the [[text]] bits would not be there

His speech and thought patterns WITH the virus are incredibly random and essentially like ADHD ×100,000%. it's hard to get him to focus on anything that isn't related to tech things or money and he seldom gives direct answers

He needs a BATH. definitely stinks. get the Febreeze

has a soft spot for cats after living in the castle with the tasques

Glass ego. one moment he's convinced he's a gift to Darkner kind and one day he'll prove it, the other he's sitting in the bin moaning about how fucked up his life has been

Agoraphobic. even taking him into your house takes a lot of time because he doesn't like how "empty" it is. would require his own little claustrophobic space to retreat to, something like a crawl space or a closet

Doesn't know how to talk to people outside of brownnoser or car salesman mode. it doesn't actually make him all that upset or anxious, just a little frustrated because he can't properly communicate ideas, wants, and needs

[heliads]

The Gala

Based on this request: “a Buck imagine where Nat drags you to Tony’s Party cause she knows you have a crush on him. Then you see him talking to some woman and you decide to get drunk. Later at night Buck is with you, helping you and trying to take care of you (he also has a crush on you). Then he carries you to his Apartment & you blurt out your Feelings for him. In the morning he tells you he feels the same :)”

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You fold your arms across your chest, staring at your best friend. She’s got many talents, that Natasha Romanoff; master spy, agent, killer, and most recently, a confidant dragging you to a party so you can embarrass yourself in front of the man you like.

Natasha looks cajolingly at you. “Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun, and Bucky will be there. You have to go.” “That’s exactly why I shouldn’t go. I’ll just end up making a fool of myself,” you argue, “There’s literally no good reason why I should be there at all.” Natasha rolls her eyes. “That’s nonsense, and you know that. I mean, how long have we been friends- five years? Six? And you’ve been working at S.H.I.E.L.D. for even longer. Y/N, you couldn’t embarrass yourself in public if you tried, you’re too well trained. No matter what you do, Bucky will end up smitten.”

You eye her hesitantly. So what if you’ve been trained in de-escalation and maintaining a cool face no matter what? That was in matters of pressing government business, not when you’re face to face with the man you’ve had a crush on for what feels like forever, the two of you packed close together by a room crowded with people, the slight flush of a drink on your cheeks and the sway of your hips as you dance. There’s no way you’re going to Stark’s latest gala, especially if Bucky is there. You have to maintain your proper agent decorum, no matter what it costs.

Natasha looks at you expectantly. “You’ll have me, and you’ll have your position as an agent guarding the place. You show up wearing a gorgeous outfit, look amazing as always, and he’ll be head over heels for you in a matter of seconds, if he wasn’t already. And I’m fairly sure he already is, he asks about you all the time. There’s no way this could go south.”

You sigh, feeling some part of yourself start to give in. “Even if I wanted to go, I still wouldn’t be able to. I’m not an Avenger or some important government official that Tony wants to wine and dine, I don’t have an invite.” Natasha grins at you, pulling out a creamy white envelope from behind her back. “About that… Well, Tony insisted that I give this to you myself. You’re one of the only agents he trusts as well as being someone he considers a friend. He insisted that you show up.”

You laugh in spite of yourself, reaching out to take the invitation from your friend. Sure enough, your name is printed in swirling black letters right in the center. You groan quietly. “Fine, I’ll go. Know that you owe me for forever if this doesn’t work out.” Natasha cheers. “Consider it done. We’re going to have such a good time!”

It’s nine o’clock, the shadows of night disappearing where they’re combated by the lights shining out from Avengers Tower. You arrive with Natasha, and the two of you are enveloped by the flashing lights of cameras as you walk up to the building. Once inside, you can’t help but smile. Tony certainly spares no expense when it comes to his parties, and this gala is no exception. There are chandeliers strung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow onto the throngs of people all dressed in the most expensive and dramatic of fashions. Waiters bustle around, offering beverages and appetizers that look like they cost about half of your rent. 

Natasha flashes you a grin, yelling to be heard over the din of the chatter and music. “Glad you came?” You smile back. “Absolutely!” Natasha is soon pulled away to discuss Avengers matters with Fury and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D. higher-ups, and you greet Tony before finally allowing yourself to circulate into the crowd of partygoers. You dance for a while, looking around in vain to see the metal-armed man you’d been hoping to meet. You see him in snatches and glimpses, just leaving the room or across that crowd of people. He makes eye contact with you a few times, looking like he’s just about to come talk to you when he gets dragged away by some important figure, glancing back at you with an apologetic smile every time.

Finally, you see him alone, walking out of the main room and down one of the hallways. You can hardly blame him- the noise of the party has reached a fever pitch and it’s hard to concentrate. You slip out of the multitude of gatherers, heading down that same hallway in the hopes of finally talking to Bucky. You’re not afraid of how this looks, you joining up with him with no one around- the two of you are actually quite good friends and work together frequently on missions for S.H.I.E.L.D.

You walk down the hallway for a while, peering into rooms but unable to spot him. You’re about to give up and turn around when you see a flicker of movement in one of the rooms at the very end of the hall. Assuming that must be him, you gather up your skirts and follow the sight. You are about to walk headlong into the room when you see something you weren’t expecting, and freeze in place.

Yes, Bucky is in the room. Yes, he was waiting for someone. No, that someone is not you. Bucky is wrapped around some woman, his hands on her hips and his lips on hers. He’s smiling into the kiss, leaning in further and eliciting a gasp from the woman. You find you have to stand there for a second, unable to move, then your senses finally return and you quickly turn around and leave. You’re grateful to your S.H.I.E.L.D. abilities in this moment, grateful that you can make a fast getaway and never be seen by any of the occupants of that room. Your heels don’t make a sound as you walk back down the hallway, the rustles of your skirts are quiet enough that they will go unnoticed, and the sound of your breaking hurt is muffled enough by your forever calm exterior that no one will ever notice that you’ve been damaged beyond repair.

When you find yourself back in the main room, you almost feel dizzy at the sudden onslaught of noise. Nothing’s changed here, even though everything has changed for you. Why did you ever think you had a chance with Bucky? Why would you ever be good enough for him? 

You slowly blend in with the other partygoers, watching the scenes around you with something that borders on apathy. Every man seems like he has the same shoulder length dark hair and charming smile, every woman that bloodred smirk of lipstick that was never quite your shade. Every pair just looks like them, a sick and twisted version that whispers in your ear, finding glee in saying that you will never be enough. They are here, everywhere. It’s all in your head, but that doesn’t make it any worse to bear.

You manage to make your way over to the bar, quietly asking for a drink. Once that one’s gone, you request another. Then another. This isn’t right, this isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing, but does it matter? Nobody’s looking for you. Nobody’s searching or pretending that you were ever their first choice. One more than slightly intoxicated woman in a sea of drunken revelers will always go unnoticed. You will go unnoticed. That is how it will always be.

Your drinks catch up with you about half an hour later, and you feel yourself stumble slightly when you walk. You grimace to yourself, deciding it’s time to head out. You’ve got a pretty good head when it comes to handling your liquor, and can put on a show so real it can seem like you never had a drop in the first place. 

So, you walk over to Natasha, smiling at her and telling her that you’re tired, that you’re just going to head out and no, there’s nothing wrong, no need to worry. She smiles at you, and despite all of her spy training she can’t read you this one time and assumes everything is fine, even if it most certainly is not. You wave a goodbye to Tony, then turn and walk out of Avengers Tower, leaving behind the party and the dancers and the hopes you had that now lie crushed on the floor of that hallway near the back.

Once you’re out of sight from the cameras and the onlookers, you finally let your guard down, just a little. You stumble once, twice, then grab onto the rusted metal of a sign to stop your fall. The metal is sharp, and cuts into your hand. You wince, watching as scarlet drops bead up in a thin line on your palm and then fall silently to the ground. You stand there for a long time, staring, so long that you almost think you’re imagining the voice shouting your name behind you until it finally manifests into someone a few feet away.

“Y/N! There you are!” You turn around, ready to tell Nat that you’re honestly fine and that she doesn’t need to leave, but your words die on your tongue when you realize the identity of the man behind you. “Bucky.” The name feels thick in your throat, barely making it past your lips before hanging there in the silence of the night.

Bucky nods. “I never got a chance to talk to you. You look amazing, by the way. I just kept getting stuck in never-ending conversations. I looked for you everywhere, then Nat told me you left.” He frowns at your hand. “Are you bleeding?” You glance back at your hand, dimly remembering the cut. You quickly close your hand, casually moving it to rest behind your back and out of sight. “No, no. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

But Bucky refuses to believe you. “No, that was definitely blood.” He steps closer, taking your hand and forcing you to open it and reveal the cut slicing open your palm. He grabs a clean white cloth from his pocket, gently wrapping it around the wound. A small dot of blood starts to flower through the thin makeshift bandage, but other than that, it appears that the bleeding has stopped.

You mumble a thank you, and he just shakes his head dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. Are you coming back to the party, or-” You cut him off. “I had too much to drink, and it’s catching up with me now. I figured it would be better to recover in my own apartment rather than in front of everyone and all their cameras.” Bucky grins. “I can understand that. Here, I’ll walk you back.”

You shake your head. “You don’t need to do that. They’re probably still expecting you back at the gala. I don’t want to waste your time.” Bucky just tilts his head at you, starting to walk in the same direction you had. “Trust me, the last thing I want to do right now is go back to that party. I felt like I was going to suffocate in there from all the false charity. And besides, any moment with you is never a waste of time.” 

You feel a blush start to rise in your cheeks at his words, but you manage to suppress it when you remember the sight of him entangled with that woman earlier that night. He’s just being a friend. That’s all there is to it, and all there will ever be. Don’t make more out of this just because he’s being cordial to a coworker.

By the time you make it back to your apartment, you’re fully, unadulteratedly drunk. Your words have started to slur, and your footsteps don’t seem nearly as even as the perfectly unaffected Bucky next to you. You reach the door of your apartment, fishing around for your key, and turn to him. “This is where it ends, I guess. Thanks for walking me. Sorry about all this.” You say, gesturing languidly at yourself.

Bucky frowns. “You mean getting drunk? Trust me, if I could I’d be even worse than you. Tony hates Steve and me because we try to get drunk at every one of his parties to stomach the politicians and end up drinking half his supply of alcohol.” You laugh, glancing away to turn the key in the lock. “I was talking about myself. You didn’t have to walk me home or go out of your way to help some coworker.” You open the door, ready to put the night behind you, but Bucky follows you in.

“What are you talking about? Y/N, you’re one of the kindest, funniest, and most clever women I’ve ever met. Spending time with you is nothing to apologize for, never has and never will be.” You let out a small laugh at that, quiet as it is acidic in its bittersweet edge. “I was never your first choice. Not for friendship, not for time spent on late nights when you could be at parties, not for-”

You cut yourself off, clapping a hand to your mouth like a child caught saying more than they should have. You shake your head tiredly. “I think I need to go to bed.” You grin, starting to walk away again. Bucky just stretches an arm out to block your path. “Y/N, where is this coming from?” He rakes a hand through his hair, mussing up what had previously been a perfectly gelled style. You like it better like that, you think, not quite perfect. Just like you.

Your words feel like they’re stuck in your throat. “Why do you think I got this drunk, Bucky? Because I felt like it? Because I was bored? No, I saw you talking to-” Bucky holds up his hands. “Wait, what? I was talking to someone and that’s why you started on this cycle of self-destruction?”

You laugh bitterly. “You’re always the reason, the motivator for why I show up or why I don’t. I just didn’t think you would ever know that because I would never let you know.” Bucky’s staring at you, and you feel a tidal wave of words starting to rush out of you. Not now, not here. Not in front of him. But it’s too late, and it’s already crossed your lips. “I love you, Bucky. I know you would never feel the same, and that’s why this whole thing hurts so much.”

Bucky’s silent, silent for far too long. You’ve done it now, really and truly messed things up. Then Bucky leans over, and kisses you softly. You gasp quietly, and he pulls away. “I love you too. You’ve always been the most important person to me. Now and forever.” He lets out a little laugh. “That’s why Steve convinced me to go to Stark’s stupid gala in the first place. God knows I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I wanted to see you.” You feel frozen in place. “Then why did you- why did you kiss that woman?”

Bucky’s head flies up. “You saw that?” You nod silently. “That’s why I got myself this drunk. I couldn’t take the sight of you with her, not when you looked so happy with her. I knew in that moment that there would never be a chance of you loving me back.” Bucky raises a hand to his head. “I didn’t feel a thing for her. I left the room because it was insufferably loud and I couldn’t stand it. She followed me out and into that room. I thought she was you, and I let her kiss me. After about a second, I realized my mistake and I left as soon as I could.”

You look at him with hopeful eyes. “So you actually love me?” Bucky grins. “Have loved you for a while now, but I’m glad you feel the same way.” You breath out quietly, feeling a smile break out across your face. This is what you’d always hoped for, this moment that’s finally happening. Bucky glances at the clock across the room, and curses softly.

“It’s getting late. I think we both need to head to bed, and you especially.” You groan, turning to walk towards your room. “My head’s going to kill me tomorrow, isn’t it?” Bucky walks with you to your room, pausing at the door. You turn back to face him, pulling softly at his hand. “Stay. Please. Just this one night. I don’t want to be alone.”

He hesitates for a moment, then lets a slow smile cross his lips. “Anything for you, love.” You fall asleep that night in his arms, head tucked just so under his. When you wake up that next morning, your first sight is of his eyes, and the way he smiles when he tells you he loves you one more time.

[cassanovancats]

felicitate. two.

one < current > three

Jan. 2017

Two months have passed since Yuta’s first day. You were able to convince Satoru that, because he shared the similar disadvantage of not having an inherent technique, you should control his training. Maki was still his primary partner when it came to afternoon sparring. But he was your partner in the mornings.

Every morning, the two of you would focus on a different part of the body or a different form of exercise. You spotted him in the weight room, you logged his mile times, and, most importantly, you became his friend. Over before-dawn laps and cool-down stretches, you got to know Yuta and Rika.

For the first month, Rika stayed as an intangible ball of energy hovering around Yuta. Then, slowly, she began to manifest a form. Only for a minute at a time initially, but with time, she would appear for the entire session. Rika would hover a few feet above the weight bench or make flower crowns from the wildflowers that grew around your preferred trail. Yuta seemed just as surprised as you when she placed one on your head after a week of her practicing making them. She explained how she wanted to make something just as pretty as you, with all the innocence of a child. You had thanked her with watery eyes.

But with all the peace that came after settling into a new routine with Yuta joining your class, something was bound to ruin it. This time it was a required meeting between the big three clans. The invitation that arrived specifically asked for both you and your brother’s presence. Satoru tried to squirm out of it saying, “They didn’t say which brother had to attend,” but Megumi's unimpressed look and point at the name Gojo sprawled across the top ended that excuse.

Which lead to where you are now, dragging your human classmates through the Ginza streets to collect a custom gown. Maki grumbled all morning, but you were finally able to shut her up with a promise of buying everyone coffee, lunch and take-out dinner. Inumaki was content with any excuse to go into the city (even if it meant he had to carry your bags) and Yuta didn’t have the nerve to reject your offer when you smiled so hopefully. Though, he was curious after the employee of the shop greeted you like an old friend. “Why do you need such a fancy dress?”

“I don’t,” you rolled your eyes. “I have, or had, several custom ones already. I donate almost all my clothes after wearing them to these events. These meetings, when me and Nii-chan are both requested, are used as an excuse to find ways to undermine the political status of Gojo’s. Nii-chan did not force me into years of tutoring on sorcerer history and politics for me to get clowned about wearing the same outfit as last time.”

Maki adds, “The Zen’ins and Kamos are the standard for sleazy shamans. Not every sorcerer is as nice as us.” Yuta nods hesitantly, which makes you snort.

“I know us kicking your ass constantly may not seem ‘nice,’ but trust me when I say I’d rather be getting tossed around by Maki or Panda than attending this dinner.”

“Bonito flakes.” You can tell Inumaki is pouting behind his face mask.

“C’mon, Toge-chan,” you draw out the ‘-chan’ and grab his free hand to swing it back-and-forth. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a good thing to not be grouped with Maki! She’s such a meanie when it comes to training.” Maki moves too fast for you to dodge her punch. Yuta laughs under his breath at your group’s antics. “Anyways, the most exciting part of this dinner will be seeing what Kamo schmuck they dig up to try to convince Satoru to marry me off.”

“They’re still on that?” Maki laughs and throws her arm over your shoulder. “You would think they’d catch the hint after you stopped wearing furisodes.”

“Salted fish roe,” Inumaki offers.

You sigh, “I would, but you know they wouldn’t treat you well. Escorting me would just mean you get to deal with their passive aggressive comments too.”

“What if I escort you?”

Your group stops walking in the middle of the crowded streets. People continue to push past, but the three of you continue to stare dumbfounded at Yuta. “Is it that bad of an idea?” He flushes bright red and turns his head to stare at the ground.

“No, no,” you reassure as you get the group moving again. “It’s just… well, you remember how we reacted when you came into the class initially, yeah? While they would make fun of Toge-kun, the people at this meeting would try to kill you without hesitation. There’s no guarantee even Rika could stop the full force of everyone in both the Zen’in and Kamo clans.”

Yuta gives a small, “Oh.” He continues to stare at the ground.

“Seriously, I would love to have an escort, especially if it was either of you. There’s only so much of clan politics I can take alone. But I’d never ask you or Toge to go through that for me.” You move from in between Maki and Inumaki to bump against Yuta. “Like, these people are the ultimate bullies. I want you to deal with them only when absolutely necessary.” He finally seems to cheer up some and you take the moment to grab his hand, tugging him forward. “Now c’mon! The bakery Nii-chan got those pastries from last week is only a few blocks away!”

The day of the meeting arrives without much fanfare. Satoru took Megumi out on a mission in the morning to exorcise some low-level curse and you were left at the school to start what would be a long day of preparations. You shuffle into the common area and begin making a cup of coffee. It isn’t until you turn to get creamer from the fridge you realize Yuta, Inumaki and Panda are eating breakfast in the same room. You flush, suddenly aware that you didn’t grab any sweatpants when you left your room and you had slept in a stolen pair of Satoru’s boxers. “Please tell me I’m still asleep,” you mutter, shutting your eyes and whipping back around to finish preparing your coffee.

Panda falls over laughing. Inumaki gives a loud whistle. Yuta is redder than you are and has his face almost flat against his rice. Of course, to add to your humiliation, Hakari and Maki come in from training.

“(y/n), I was never here and I never saw you,” Hakari throws his hand over his eyes and immediately turns to run towards his dorm room.

“You know, I don’t see why you don’t just attend dinner in this outfit,” Panda says.

“Of course you don’t, you literally don’t wear clothes. At least Hakari is smart enough to have some shame and not ogle at her.” Maki moves forward to steal a sip from your cup and gags, “God, how much sugar is in this thing?”

You pout, “The appropriate amount to get me through today. I need to borrow one of your thigh holsters, by the way. Nii-chan doesn’t want me to have to use his technique if something happens.”

“Nori?” The three jerks finally stop laughing, though Panda still seems particularly delighted at your embarrassment.

“Mm, I don’t think so. But some elders got pushy when I was sent to the last meeting and not my brother. Satoru wants me to be able to scare them, not maim them.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki still seems hesitant, but you and Maki move onto a different topic easily as you two walk to her room.

Yuta watches until he’s sure neither of you will hear him ask, “Will she really be okay?”

Inumaki, despite seeming hesitant before, gives a stronger, “Salmon.” He gestures for Yuta to pick up his phone (the boy has gotten better at understanding Inumaki, but wasn’t able to have a conversation yet) and sends a message in a group chat appropriately named Da Bois while Panda grumbles about how unfair it is that he has paws and can’t use a phone.

osamu: (y/n)ie is smiley but she’d kill someone if they tried anything lol

fushiguro: what did the idiot do

fushiguro: who is osamu

osamu: ofc u don’t know hq

fushiguro: what’s that supposed to mean

creepy-kun: when did you change my name >:(

Yuta pouts about the name change for the rest of the day and avoids his phone to keep from Inumaki’s teasing. He almost misses the photo you send in JJH Thots.

It’s you and your brother pressed cheek-to-cheek and making faces at the camera. Satoru has on his circular sunglasses instead of a blindfold, even though it’s clearly night in the photo. His bright, blue eyes peek over their edge, his smile wide, and he has one hand throwing a peace sign and the other on your side. Your mouth is tugged back into a snarl, but Yuta can see how a smile is starting to break through and your eyes are lit up. Both of your hands form claws, like you were a second away from jumping through the phone screen and pinning the viewer.

the good gojo: time to annoy some bastards!!

maki: tell naobito he’s a bitch

fushiguro: ^

osamu: you!! look!!! hot!!!!

the good gojo: the way satoru thought that was for him

the good gojo: it’s delusion luv

Yuta has seen the two of you in almost this exact pose in person. But you weren’t dressed like that, with the slightest hint of the black leather holster you wore peeking out from underneath soft layers of tulle. Even his usual carefree teacher is in Western formal wear, with a tie that matches the floral print on your dress. Yuta knew you had bickered over who got to pick and who had to match. He almost couldn’t imagine the people in the picture wrestling like the two of you had. Together, you two are blindingly beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

Yuta covered his face with his pillow and screamed.

[shini--chan]

I love you're writing skills! How would be the reader react when she travel the time back so like the 1600 in England?. And England would she see her in modern clothes. She want go back to her time(2020). Im so sorry for my bad English

Thank you, that is very sweet of you. Also don’t worry – your English probably isn’t as bad as you think.

If you want to see anything else set in that period, go and check that Pirate AU! Post. Now on to this here.

Yandere England – 1600s/Timetravler

Whether you would like it or not, you would find yourself hurtling through time and landing in England during the 17th century. Right in Puritan England to be precise, literally the worst decade to land into right after ending up in the middle of a battle. You would be wandering the countryside, in total confusion as well as in complete panic. That would be how Arthur would find you. He would be heading back home, utterly disgruntled by the state of affairs that he would have to suffer under. Then he would notice you, an alien entity by all means, in your strange clothing and foreign manners. First, he would consider just leaving you to your fate (which could be very gruesome) as the loon you would appear to be to him. Then he would remember the supposed Christian values of hospitality and altruism and approach you to take you home with him.

You would be both relieved and frightened to see somebody approach you. Through his clothing it would dawn upon you that you were really in the past. Despite fearing being deemed a witch or being interrogated or suffering from any other fate that would cross your mind, you would know that you would need help. The moment Arthur would open his mouth to inquire about you, the final nail would be hammered in the coffin. The Old English that would meet your ears would be absolute proof that was once history would be your present. A notion that would be affirmed when Arthur’s face would wrinkle in confusion when you would use your English.

Your strange use of his language would confuse, but would nevertheless ring a bell in the back of his mind. It would remind him how English had developed over the centuries. Would your way of using it just be a natural result of further evolution, hence making you a … timetravler? That would be at least what you would be trying to convey over the language barrier. Arthur would be sceptical at first, wanting to rule out all other possibilities before believe you. If you’d think him to be a fool, then you’d have something else coming. Then you’d try to use evidence to convince him.

Quickly, he grabbed the strange thing you were holding out to him. After giving you a brief mistrusting look, he would take a few steps away from you. A paranoid bastard as ever, he turned to stand in such a way that you couldn’t see everything he was doing while keeping an eye on you.

The thing that you handed to him was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was rectangular and slim, smooth with its dark glass and opaque surfaces. He glimpsed his own cruel visage in the reflection. Was it nothing more than a strange mirror?

Then he went on to inspect the sides, the tips of his fingers finding a few elevations in the material. Curious, he pressed one of them …

… and nearly dropped it when the dark glass promptly lit up and it emitted a strange sound. You yelled besides him, suddenly directly at his side since your device had been endangered. He was sure that hadn’t his reflexes been so quick, then he would have to defend himself against a very enraged stranger. Instead, you glare at him, as irritated as you were, and tried to snatch your thing back.

Agitated by your action in turned, Arthur roughly pushed you away, sending you sprawling to the ground. You cussed at him, the aggressor recognising a few of the swears you tossed at him but not finding himself bothered enough to respond and instead staring at the picture that had manifested.

There was a colourful background, the nuances and lines and shadows showing a painting that was far more realistic then any he had ever seen before. In front of it, a series of number shined at him. One set was probably the time, he deduced, while the other was most likely the date from how it was written.

2021 …

That was nearly 400 hundred years in the future. He looked at you, observed how you had picking stones out of your scraped and bleeding palms.

Despite your disagreeable demeanour, you would likely prove very useful to him.

He would promptly take you with him, trying his best to convey to you through gestures and miss-matched words that he would only want to help you. If you prove define, then he would coerce you into following him by taking your smartphone hostage. Once you would calm down, then you would rationalize that this would probably be the best option you could receive and concede his wishes.

Arthur would keep you in his house, ensure that all the servants would steer clear from the rooms he would house you in, and gradually butter up to you, with all intentions of drawing the details of his future out of you. Other than that, he would intently observe you, knowing that the behavioural patter say a lot about a person, and in extension, give clues about the environment they grew up in. And needly to say, he would be very surprised by some things.

“You know, it is the third time you demand to be allowed to wash yourself this week. Don’t you think you are going too far? There is miasma in the water, and if you continue like this, not only will you render yourself a fool, but you’ll also become sick”, he chided you as he watched you hauled a bucket up the stairs.

As weak as you were, you were struggling with your heavy load, evidence to the lack of physical labour you had done in your life. It made Arthur ask himself if everybody in the future would be as weak and spoiled as you are, or if you were just the exception.

Either way, while manners and etiquette called for him to ease your burden which you evidently couldn’t manage on your own, he found the sight of you straggling up the flight of cold stone steps far too amusing to intervene.

With trembling arms, your set down the bucket and stared at him, eyes shooting daggers up at him. “In case you didn’t know, it is dirt that actually makes people sick. It is cleanliness that prevents infection. Which is why you would do well to wash daily as well!”

With a frown, Arthur picked up his shirt to sniff it. In his opinion, he didn’t stink, so he didn’t see what you were making such a fuss about. He was also sure he had understood you correctly – the two of you had managed to sort out things to the extent that you could communicate fairly well.

“I think that changing underclothing daily and bathing once a month to be sufficient. And now, before you say anything, be sure to keep your attitude in check. I’ve had more than enough of it”, he told you.

He watched your face wrinkle and swore he heard you mutter: “Damn patriarchy and its superiority complex.”

He didn’t know whether to be alarmed about your very simplistic, black-and-white view of the world and your grievous oversimplifications of the current era or be amused about how you thought you knew everything. Either way, he would have to take your words about the future with a grain of salt – who knew just how skewed your recounts would be.

“I fail to see how this has to do with that. The matter at hand is about the guest treating the host with respect, expected courtesy allowing humans to live together. I could put you out on the streets if you keep being a brat”, he countered.

You grasped the handle once more, water spilling over the rim as you picked it up with both hands. “We both know that you wouldn’t do that. You value me too much.”

And oh, in what ways he was beginning to value you.

For one, he would detest how condescending you would be, due to having all the knowledge of the next centuries and all the benefits that would come with it. Yet, he would bare most of it. When he wouldn’t, he’d let his sharp-tongue and centuries worth of life experience come to light. He would mock you for your nativity and prod at you for being coddled and accustomed to yet-to-be luxuries.

Arthur would tell you that he would put effort in finding a way to send you back to your own time. That would be a shameless lie. He wouldn’t be interested in anything of the sort. Rather he would insist on you staying with him, to help him further his imperial ambitions. Besides, you would be the most interesting and riveting thing that would have happened to him in ages. He would quickly grow attached to you, and with you having nobody else than him (he would ensure that) in a harsh and foreign world of which you would truly know little, you would find yourself relying on him.

He might tell you that he is a personification. Secrets for secrets, after all. And with him providing proof of his semi-immortality and the absurdity of time travel having happened you would be inclined to believe him. England would also tell you that if you would return to your own time, he would be sure to seek you out, so that you can be back together again. Besides rising alarm bells in your head, you would find yourself asking just how much of the timeline you would end up altering with the scrapes of information that he would wheedle out of you.

[ready-to-obeyme]

Scenario: (Reverse AU) Game character MC is also the exchange student

for context here is the HC post I made with the [Reverse AU]

//hehe i’m pretty happy you all liked that post so much-- biggest uwus-- but tbh I had  really hard time trying to title this LMAO  

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Lucifer

Tries really hard to act cool with it-- he really does

The moment you are summoned into the Devildom he has to turn away and compose himself before giving his spiel/introduction about the exchange program, how it’s a year, how you’ll live in the House of Lamentation-- (oh fuck oh god you’re going to be LIVING with them?) 

On the outside he is composed

In fact he’d rather die than reveal to you that he’s not okay that you look AND act like the character he was deeply invested in the game

His brothers definitely know though, so any point he shows weakness they WILL pounce on it and tease him about it by hinting to you about your game-character look-alike

He doesn’t really seek your attention (like canon) mainly because he keeps getting nudged by Diavolo into interacting with you (“don’t they look familiar, lucifer?” and “why don’t you get to know the exchange student more, lucifer :^))))))”) 

In comparison to canon, probably treats you a lot nicer just by default-- coddling to the MAX (what can I say he plays favorites) 

Can’t bring it in him to really get mad, buys you gifts to leave at your door for your hard work as an exchange student-- but literally everyone else knows he’s spoiling you

anything cute you do KOs him and he has to compose himself with breathing exercise lmaooo 

Mammon

Basically this [post]

SIIIIIIIIMP

Considering the type of money he blew on the game, the fact that you’re real means that the money will now be pooled to you instead of game-character you 

When you got summoned and you called him over the phone, he legit thought it was a game call??? And was so confused because why did you mention Lucifer

When he comes and complains, he legit shuts up so quick when he sees you because (wheeze) is that-- is that really--

“Mammon, you’re going to take care of all their needs here during their stay--”

“NO PROBLEM” 

He’s so sweet towards you and takes his role to take care of all your needs very seriously

You’re craving something? He’s got it. You need to buy something? Say no more. Avatar of Greed is here for you baby

You have no clue why he’s being so nice to you, but you think he’s the nicest demon and person you’ve ever met

Like usual, protective over you and sticks by your side-- so really, has much changed? He’s been putty in your hands since the minute he laid eyes on you 

He’s not too careful about keeping the fact that you look like a game character though so when you ask him about it he freezes and stammers through an explanation (you think the game is funny though)

Levi

SIIIIIIIIIMP

Sees you and immediately freezes, turns around and goes back into his room to freak

It’s literally a dream come true?? To have a game/anime character be real????

Peeks and looks at you again to confirm your name, how you act, and what you look like

He’s the embodiment of “Un-Follow Me Now, This Is Gonna Be the Only Thing I Tweet About for The Next Week.”

He makes fan cams of you alsdfkjaslfjksjf and admires you from a far for a while

He’s a little afraid to approach you because what if you don’t like him?

Kinda adorable when you approach him because he’s soooo shy 

Tries really hard so that you’ll like him-- not that he really NEEDS to because you’d like him even if he wasn’t extra sweet-- but he’s convinced he needs to bring his A-game at all times

Remember what he did during the otome game chapter? He’s your husbando, baby, and he made your bento with LOVE

Probably still plays the game for a while but honestly getting to know you organically is 100x better than seeing you through a screen

Is a Complete Mess whenever you do something cute or wear cosplay-- how do you breathe again???

Satan

The only one that’s not a mess that was highly invested into the game

He’s surprised-- of course-- when he sees you summoned in the Devildom because what a coincidence to see someone look exactly like his favorite character in the game

Then you acted exactly like the character and had the same name and he had to take a little breather because his heart was beating so fast (be cool, Satan)

Legit wants to throw hands with Lucifer there and then when he gets a roast-y introduction from him 

Spends the rest of his time from then on being courteous and sweet and trying to make the best impression possible without being too extra (lookin’ at his other brothers cough)

Invites you to places and hang out with him like in canon and treats you normally best

Gets you gifts that he knew your game character liked in-game just to test to see if you really are like the character

Becomes a little secret experiment for him to see what the similarities are and if there are any differences because it’s honestly just really funny for him to see how alike the two of you are (and if Simeon is behind it just like how he is with TSL) 

He’s all chill until you dress up in cat-ears for some school event and he can’t even look at you without getting heart palpitations

Asmodeus

“Ohhhhh wow!! You know, you look suuuuper similar to this one character--”

Has absolutely no qualms with revealing that you look like a character in a game he plays and gushing about you and the character

tbh ofc he’s the only brother who has the finesse to make this revelation casual and no-big-deal because he wasn’t very invested in the game but he played the game enough to have you as a favorite

Right from the get-go is very friendly towards you and wants to get to know you better

He wasn’t very invested into the game in the first place, but you BET he’s gonna drag you to his room to dress you in cute clothing

He can’t unlock all of the game-costumes or your cute cards, but having you give him a mini fashion show is way easier and a lot better in his opinion

And the fact that you’re real and he can touch you? Ugh, say no more

He’s a very tactile, touchy person so being able to hug you and give you affection is making this 100x better than just gushing about game-character you 

You are on his Devlilgram ALL the time-- and takes a bunch of pics with the two of you together in all the possible poses and filters he can find; he can’t get enough of you!

Beelzebub

Considering how little he invested into the game, he probably doesn’t even realize the similarities between you and the game-character you for a long time

His brothers probably have to bring it up for him to realize

“Beel, don’t you think they look exactly like the game character?”

“...............oh.”

He probably starts asking questions about you just to check if you really are the game character that everyone is talking about

You don’t even know why he’s asking you what your favorite food is or what is your opinion on summer festivals-- but you feel kinda happy because he’s asking so much about you

Does eventually tell you about the game and seriously talks to you about you being a game character but that he’s liked you regardless anyways 

Honestly… doesn’t treat you that differently ngl he was already sweet to you from the beginning (after he, you know, gets over his food getting eaten)

Belphegor

He’s REALLY confused when he sees you as the exchange student

Thinks he’s still asleep and dreaming for a hot second because there’s no way that his favorite game character would actually manifest in reality 

Then you talk to him and he’s like “..................oh.” (twinssss)

Lowkey gets more invested into the game after seeing you because if that’s not a sign he’s going to get the next UR he doesn’t know WHAT is

Definitely asks you if you can dance (yknow for the dance battles)

A little shy at first, mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, but once he warms up to you, treats you as normal

This is all assuming he is NOT IN THE ATTIC

If he IS STUCK IN THE ATTIC, the first time he sees you walk up the attic andn find him is like a fever dream and he thought he just manifested you because he was desperate 

A little paranoid that this is just a hallucination or a trick of his mind-- because go figure he’d go insane being stuck in the attic and being addicted to this game 

Definitely soften his tone when talking to you and a little weirded out that you’re the exchange student

You have a high chance of NOT dying by his hands because he has a soft spot for you and getting to know you :)

[theambitiouswoman]

Hey, your advice helped me. Now i wanna ask you, im 5ft, and weight is 69kg. But i get so often rejection in case of proposals. Lol. I just wanna ask will the world accept me? Although im a doctor, studying for US exams. But this proposals rejection so oftenly destroy my confidence. Im very strong and brave. I love to wear flats but as im not that tall my family pushes me to wear heels so that ppl can accept me. I need some advice from u how to built confidence. Ill be fit soon im done with the exams.

hi beauty <3 it seems like the only person who needs to accept you here is you. who cares if the world accepts you if you don't. you're literally putting that energy out into the world, and thats probably why you're getting rejected. think about it, if you don't accept you, why would anyone else? i think you should hold yourself to a way higher standard. I'm 5′1! tiny like you. but in my mind I'm 6′2 and can't no one tell me other wise. 

so thats the point, if you want others to accept you, you need to accept yourself. if you're not doing that, then secretly it means you know you need to do more for yourself. i don't like to get into the superficial material side of it and i understand your families perspective on heels. 

look, i live in sweats 75% of the time. i absolutely never wear make up. ill walk into a room and close a deal wearing a dress or wearing sneakers IDC. I'm a very casual low key person. i don't like to be flashy and i don't care to impress people because i know I'm great and in return, the world knows it too.

but i wasn't always like this.

i think when were working on our confidence we need to really step out of ou comfort zone and do these things that empower us and make us feel prettier, smarter, etc. for example, you wear red lipstick and you automatically feel like a boss bitch. you put on heels and are already empowered and have a stronger posture. you do your nails and immediately feel lady like and clean. dressing up and looking pretty, makes you feel pretty, it does. and honestly why wouldn’t you want to look pretty. why would you want to hide yourself or limit yourself for the world? why would you settle for being a watered down simple version of yourself when you can literally shine.

when i would take clients and have meetings i would always wear dresses and feel 100% more empowered. as soon as i got in the car i put on flip flops and sneakers lol I'm not telling you to lose yourself, or change who you are but you have to make an effort in improving until you find the version of yourself you feel most confident in. we can always be better. 

you always want to put your best face to the world, especially when dealing with people. it says a lot about you and how you feel and show respect to people you interact with. if everyone in the room is, in heels and suits for example, then you should be too. it shows your present. shows you care. about them and yourself. how you feel on the inside is what manifests on the outside.  this doesn’t mean you have to spend a lot of money on clothes or designer things. you can look amazing in a $20 dress. promise. 

i also think working out is incredibly important. its important for your health and because it makes you FEEL GOOD. Not even for anyone else, but for yourself. You will be happier too. if you're not comfortable with your body then i recommend you incorporate some healthy eating habits into your life and some cardio. my weight fluctuates like crazy and you're tiny too so you know what a difference it makes. if you're happy with your body, great. if you're not happy with your body then work on it. thats how you stop comparing yourself to others. when you feel like something needs to change, acknowledge it and do something about it. 

grooming yourself, skin care routines, and taking the time to do things for yourself to show your body that you love it. you already feel like you need to improve. so improve for you. people will notice. 

[galadrieljones]

The Walking Dead: Episode 4.12, “Still” Rewatch

So I rewatched “Still” in honor of the Stilliversary tonight. My thoughts are not related much to Team Delusional stuff, more so just thoughts and idle analysis, but I had fun and definitely did not cry.

Here we go!

Beth is already feeling it, right away, after the trunk scene, ie: what he must think of her. She’s just another “dead girl” who needs to be protected. It is both insulting and embarrassing at the same time.

Daryl misses that squirrel and breaks an arrow! Dammit, Daryl. This is just another trial, but it’s interesting in how we see Daryl in like rote provider mode, and yet he makes a mistake.

The suck-ass camp begins with some Garden of Eden imagery: While Daryl skins and cooks the snake, Beth is admiring the beauty of a ladybug crawling on a leaf. The music is actually full of wonder. Beth sees the beauty in the natural world while Daryl sees it only for what he can use. It is an essential masculine vs. feminine moment, in terms of their individual themes, and what propels them and their actions. Their masculine and feminine energies will be subverted later though, and well-complicated, because the writing is good.

Beth brings up Hershel’s death early: “He’s not exactly around anymore so...” She wants to have a drink, maybe to rebel against her father, maybe to honor his memory, maybe to seal her own fate. It is a complicated choice for Beth. It’s not just some “dumb college bitch” moment. She knows this, but how is she supposed to communicate it to Daryl?

Daryl is like an animal eating that snake while Beth tries to talk to him. Literally, out of body. I imagine being her and just like, Ugh. Gross, dude. Then, when she leaves, Beth totally expects him to come after her. When she doesn’t see him right away, she mutters, “Jerk.” She called him a jerk in season 3, too, after he takes off with Merle. I think Beth is used to being treated nicely by boys. Ofc, Daryl, while he may not be an overt gentleman in his scarfing of that disgusting snake, was there watching her the whole time. 

“You wanna spend the rest of our lives staring into a fire and eating mud snakes? Screw that. We might as well do something.”

I sort of missed this before, the mention of “the rest of our lives.” It is a small acknowledgement that they are now “stuck together.” Ofc, Beth’s idea is to “make the most of it,” to go out into and DO something! Embrace the future! Daryl sees only the here, the now, and the past. He would prefer to stay still.

Unrelated but: God, Daryl is peak hot in this episode. 

Anyway, so, the state of Pine Vista, and what happened there. Jfc. It’s very ugly and very sad. The Dogtrot seems a reference to a dogtrot house, which is an old Appalachian style home. Basically like two shacks connected via a breezeway. I see some sort of backcountry types having moved in here and tortured the rich folk. There is evidence that “fun” was had. “Rich bitch,” etc. Maybe it’s the same psychopaths who tormented the OG Terminus crew, ultimately turning them into crazy cannibals.

Beth finds the Washington D.C. spoon. Why?? It’s such an odd, pointed shot, with a slow zoom. Is that where we’ll find her? Does anybody else know anything about this?? Anyway maybe this is a TD post lol.

Beth finds that bottle of wine and it’s a shame she has to break it! I remember feeling so bad about that the first time I watched this episode. Like NO BETH YOUR BOOZE!! She uses it to stab the shit out of that walker though, and to defend herself. She’s kind of pissed at Daryl for not helping her, again used to only the kindest of attention from boys. But Daryl isn’t like other boys (lol). He was there the whole time, once again, but he let it play out, because he knew she could do it. I like that her first (almost) drink here sort of has to become a weapon instead. Nothing is ever easy! And sometimes, the environment IS best observed, not in terms of its beauty or promise, but in terms of how its use can best be served to survive.

Tempus Fugit - Time flies! Oh, yes. Yes it does lol.

Daryl and Beth both need to escape their old selves here. Beth with her pretty cloths and Daryl stealing the cash and the jewels. They need to shake that shit off. Burn it all down, if you will. I think this episode we mostly associate with Daryl changing and having his epiphany, but Beth changes, too. She is just quieter at it.

It is 3 o’clock! The grandfather clock is this interesting motif that puts pressure on the situation literally while also bringing the symbolic pressure of time passing, running out, etc. It makes us feel detached from reality, like this is a purgatory episode. I like when The Walking Dead does this, like when they take us to a new place in which we become critically aware that this thing we’re watching is fiction, and by the rules of fiction, anything (ANYTHING) can happen.

“I know you think this is stupid, and it probably is, but I don’t care.” She just is who she is. She doesn’t give a shit what he thinks. I think that attracts Daryl to her in this moment and emboldens him. I think Daryl actually really cares what other people think of him, that he is keenly self-aware in this way. We see this fear manifest as Merle in Chupacabra, ie: that the rest of the group thinks he’s a “freak,” a piece of “redneck trash,” and that they’re all “laughing behind [his] back.” Meanwhile, Beth is just like, “You probably think I’m just some dumb bitch. But guess what, Daryl? I DON’T CARE.”

Beth sitting at that bar trying to clean out glasses: “Who needs a glass?” She clutches the bottle longingly and then cries. I would argue she is thinking of Hershel and the line of questioning that arises in this moment. Should she do this? Is she betraying him? This moment also contradicts what she tells Daryl in 4.1. “I don’t cry anymore Daryl.” This is the moment that breaks him.

Beth keeps trying to make him feel normal, while they’re walking to the shine shack. She thinks he used to be a motorcycle mechanic. But Daryl’s normal is not hers, and he doesn’t really do small talk. In these little moments, we see him being who he is. Daryl is really good at being who he is when who he is revolves around passivity and silence.

They go from country club to moonshine shack. What we see is how a class divide might differ in longevity. A country club full of walkers, made out of humans who turned against each other, every bottle dry in the house vs. an empty shine shack, no death in sight, absolutely full of booze. When societal protections collapse around us, it is the ruthless and the bereft who will know how best to survive. It’s like Beth sad about Daryl, being “made for this world.” 

They are trapped! Tropes. So many romantic tropes! Lol at people who would like to ignore that any of this happened or that Bethyl was never canon.

This: 

Anyway, I think Daryl is actually pretty mean to Beth toward the end here, out on the porch, like the way he treats her, kind of tugs her around physically. He doesn’t hurt her, but he is not gentle. This puts things into harsh perspective for Beth, as I do think that, while he is not right in how he handles her here, he is right in some ways about who she is. She is not naive but she is used to protection and safety and relying on others, the same way he is used to the opposite of those things. Both of them need to learn how to exist from the other side. 

Beth also sees what’s going on, however. I think she also might be used to this sort of quasi-violent, performative, drunken behavior. Her dad was a drunk. I think it’s interesting that so much of this episode hinges on alcohol in Hershel’s wake. I always thought this might be one reason Beth is drawn to and accepting of Daryl. We only really see Hershel while sober (I mean, mostly). We never saw him in his deep element of alcoholism, but Beth did. She is not innocent to vices or men spinning out of control. It’s why Beth responds to Daryl’s whole insane story about the tweaker and Merle with, “You miss him, don’t you?” She doesn’t care that Merle was a degenerate drug addict. He was Daryl’s brother who died. She has loved and lost an addict, too.

Before, Daryl was just “drifting.” In this episode, Beth gives him a quest. I think that’s very important. She also gives him something to look forward to:

“You got away from it.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“Maybe you gotta keep on reminding me of it sometimes.”

The hint at their future: “You gotta keep on reminding me,” he says, counting on them staying together. Beth is so kind to him here, too, even doting as she talks about him being the “last man standing.” I can’t imagine a girl has ever treated Daryl like this. I think she scares the living shit out of him.

Daryl suggests they go back into the shine shack, but Beth says they should burn the place down instead. Again, stillness vs. action. See their complimentary traits: Daryl is passive. He needs someone to tell him this is okay. Beth is active. She does what she wants. It is uniquely antithetical to their gender roles and subverts the power dynamic we might otherwise expect from a relationship like this: Daryl is older and a man. Ofc he should be the more aggressive, assertive one. The actor. But he’s not. It’s Beth who makes their choices in this episode. Daryl follows her and protects her along the way. 

The ending is so happy. Oh my god. Anyway.

Thank you for humoring me. Happy Stilliversary!! 😭🥺❤️

[atsukashii]

hii! for your even can i ask for a madeleine x shoto todoroki + she/her + ☀️ + baby blue. thanks!

(btw who’s your bias?)

take my hands now you are the cause of my euphoria

✘ there is nothing good about being sick... unless you're being doted on by your pro hero boyfriend... then okay, there may be a few good things.

✘ GENRE: fluff

✘ WARNINGS: aged up characters,

✘ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

There are two things on this planet that you positively despise.

The first; spiders because obviously. And the second?

Getting sick.

It was so impractically frustrating. What made it more annoying was the knowledge that you were almost one hundred percent sure that it was a result of stress. As if your body wasn’t strong enough to handle a major presentation at college, trying to be a good girlfriend, and your deadbeat partner who has left you to do the entire assignment yourself. You’d pulled an all-nighter beforehand, completed the presentation, not held back on giving your partner a big fat zero in the group evaluation at the end for her complete disregard to do literally anything, then caught the bus back to your small apartment, sniffling the whole way home.

And twenty four hours later, here you are. Stuck on the couch after you’d crawled out of bed to get some water, with your sheets trailing you like a pathetic cape. You’d made it to the kitchen, but felt dizzy on your way out, where you took solace on the couch- and made a spot where you’ve stayed for hours.

Sick. God you hated it. You’ve never felt more useless of a human than you do surrounded by toilet paper - because you ran out of tissues - and a pathetic excuse for a snack in the form of a half eaten apple.

But what is the absolute worst part of being sick? Having to ask for help. It wasn’t a strength of yours, especially when it came to asking your boyfriend of just under a year for help. At first, you didn’t want to let him know, but now that you’ve had to cancel the dinner plans that he’d taken the evening off work for, you’re feeling the guilt.

Squinting at the bright light emitting from your phone in your hand, you try to think of a less pathetic response to your boyfriend's message.

[6:55pm] FROM: Shoto Is something wrong? Do you need me to come over?

Is something wrong? Yes you were feeling what the beginnings of death may resemble. Do you need him to come over? Probably, but you can admit that it's more wanting him to come, rather than needing him to.

You’ve been trying to decide what to respond with for the past twenty minutes, and you’re sure that your boyfriend - although normally not one to stress - is probably genuinely concerned by now, so you need to offer something. Your fingers sluggishly move across the screen to try and get a somewhat eloquent response, but you grow distracted with the sound of a key being pushed into the lock of your door. For the moment, you slowly raise your gaze from your phone, peering into the dim hall you can see clearly from your couch, and taking in the figure that steps into the open doorway.

Dressed in long pants, a warm jacket that is a personal favourite of yours and a scarf that you had gifted him for his birthday months ago, Shoto stands in the entrance to your apartment. You know that you resemble the feral cats that dumpster dive around your area, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you try to fathom just how Shoto got to your place. Maybe your indecisiveness of your response had somehow manifested him here.

Your eyes drift from his handsome face down to the bags in his hands. Food? Your stomach rumbles loudly for the first time today as if it was an efficient greeting for him. But really, wrapped up in your blankets like they’re your cocoon, your muscles groan in protest at the thought of getting up. So you just blink at him.

“Madeleine?” His soft voice doesn’t pound your eardrums the same way strangers had your whole trip home yesterday, and you outwardly sigh in relief. Taking that as a symbol of consent to come in, Shoto carefully closes the door behind him, and slips off his shoes before continuing further into your apartment.

“It took you a while to respond, so I thought I would come and see if you’re alright. But I ran into one of your college friends I met from that party on my way here and she told me you were sick.” Shoto explains, raising the plastic bag in his hand in explanation. “So I thought I would grab a couple of things first.” You watch in complete awe as he begins unloading the contents of the paper bags.

Tissues, cough lollies, a new heat pack, fresh tea leaves.

Your eyes glance between the items and his heterochromia eyes, before settling on the serious look on his face. He’s still talking to you, but at this point you can’t make out what he’s saying - just simply incredibly glad that he’s here. His hair is still slightly damp, suggesting that he rushed over when you didn’t reply, even though he is dressed immaculately. Maybe once upon a time, it would have made you feel embarrassed to be seen in your state, but now you didn’t care.

“Is that my hoodie?” Shoto’s words pull your wandering thoughts back to the present, and you instinctively look down at the blue blue hooded sweater that- yeah, that was his. Pinching the material between your fingers, you look back up at your boyfriend and smile for the first time today.

“Hi,” Shoto’s concern melts away into something soft and gentle that is often reserved for you. Tilting his head as he glances at you, Shoto steps forwards into your space, and squats down to your height.

“Hi.” He parrots, placing his hand on your forehead. You practically moan at the new cool temperature change, which only makes him smile more.

“You’re sick.”

“Yeah.” You grumble, blinking sleepily at him, and trying not to lean further into his touch.

“I’m sorry for cancelling our dinner.” Shoto looks at you as if you're actually clinically insane for your words.

“You’re sick love, you don’t need to apologise. Ever. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He hesitates, his eyes keep drifting back to the jumper on your torso. “When did you manage to steal this one?”

“A few weeks ago. You leant it to me by the way, on our way home from seeing your sister. I didn’t steal it.” Your attempt at an excuse goes through one ear and out the other, because Shoto’s not listening to you. The soft smile on his face stretches bigger and bigger at your response.

“I don’t care love, steal all of my clothes if you want.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead before standing up to his full height.

“Don’t tempt me Sho,” you call after him as he grabs the other paper bag and walks into your kitchen. The sound of a pot being placed on your stove and the ticking of the lighting flame fills the apartment before you suddenly see his red and white hair poke back around the doorway.

“I brought over some fresh chicken soup. Think you can eat it?” Eagerly, you nod your head. Your boyfriend was almost as good of a cook as he was a pro hero.

“I also love you in my clothes.” He adds suddenly, and if your cheeks weren’t already flushed from illness, you know you would be sprouting a red face by this point.

“I love you and your clothes,” The compliment being interrupted as you grabbed a tissue and sneezed loudly enough for it to echo throughout your quiet apartment. Shoto just smiles a full blown grin at you, pure mirth glowing in his eyes.

“I love you too, love.” He replies before slipping back into the kitchen. “Give me a while to warm it up. Try and take a nap, I'll wake you up when it's done.” He calls out from inside the kitchen, and you smile to yourself, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the back of the couch.

Maybe being sick wasn’t as bad as you’d previously thought if you got to be doted on by your boyfriend.

✘ A/N: my bias is 100% kuroo rn because that man is too fine, but also am crying in the club because no one requested iwa or tsumu :’(

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[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Your QJ & DW in FNAF posts are killing me 🤣 But I’ve gotta know, what do you think Quackerjack’s reaction to the actual lore of the games would be? (Besides “this is needlessly complicated!”) We all know QJ has no problem with violence, but he’s not cool with murdering kids. And I don’t know if his actions would change when/if he realizes that the robots trying to kill him are dead children… 1/2

Thank you! FNAF is probably one of my favorite modern franchises right now, especially just because of how convoluted it's become, like, I really just dig that it's taken every direction it can and has gone to town with it. It doesn't really take itself too seriously, and I'd probably liken it to a modern day Goosebumps-esque sort of thing these days, where it just has fun with the spooks atmosphere and isn't really trying to give people nightmares. And yet, the fans themselves can create some really stellar content based around it.

I feel like, before I continue, we need to at the least acknowledge the fact that QuackerJack has honestly tried to murder Gosalyn at least twice because he decided she'd gone past her usefulness in his plans:

Like, yeah, he does seem to be more inclined to interact with children than adults, but he's also legit insane and thinks that alternative to people with gaming addiction is to just enslave them himself so he can repurpose thier skills for what he deems more useful in his eyes.

Like William Afton, QuackerJack is quite skilled at achieving mechanical marvels that have a tendency to create a questionably safe environment for the intended core audience. However, QuackerJack achieves this by utilizing his own technical know-how and by reverse engineering things he comes across to figure out how to modify it to do what he wants, so he's not using supernatural mumbo jumbo to do so, and if his devices turn on a kid, it's because it's just designed to do that in general, regardless of who's handling the item. Afton is just out to trap kids overall.

I suppose the key difference between him and Afton is that QuackerJack isn't harvesting children's undiluted pure agony to fuel robots to cheat death and resurrect the souls of his children that were killed and absorbed by his creations.

QuackerJack just wants to push the limits of what he can create. I think it's worth noting that, based on the original canon, QuackerJack is part of the Boomer generation, which, I should note, my Mom (I should note that she's actually my grandmother, but she adopted me, so that's why there's a generation gap that big between us) is of the same generation as well, and I've heard plenty about the types of toys that existes back then, such as kid sized working power tools made for tiny hands that actually sawed wood and stuff, or small working clothes irons that plugged into a wall and were basically a hot plate for kids, or the literal Atomic Lab for kids that had actual utonium in it, and the metal melting die cast kit where you can melt metal and pour the hot molten metal into molds to make little metal army men and horses and stuff.

Which, honestly, sounds pretty epic, albeit probably not very safe by today's standards. My Mom usually has an expression of nostalgia if I mention these sorts of items, but she'd also absolutely would not want me anywhere near a toy with a hot plate as a key feature.

That in mind, it does suddenly make sense as to why exactly QuackerJack would have a skewed sense of safety when it comes to his retro style of toy making. He's not intentionally being malicious; he's just offended when someone takes a potshot at something he's poured his entire adult life into fine tuning. And, given that it's most certainly canon that he's got a few things wrong with how his brain ticks; this manifests in some form of: "If you're not going to play this my way, then you're not going to play at all."

All that said, I could definitely see him reacting to finding out what exactly is going on with the Animatronics with probably a "... What... the actual heck?" sort of dawning reaction, and then probably expressing the desire to kneecap Afton with the pipe wrench he found in the Parts and Services room.

Although, since I've done a bit of math to figure out on what scale Darkwing and QuackerJack would be in this sort of thing, I have to admit that imagining a 2ft 8in bird dressed as a jester running after some guy while swinging around a spanner to decimate the guy's legs does sound a tad ridiculous.

But it would probably be satisfying.

QuackerJack: This guy is out here harming kids with his robots that are masked to look like cuddly toys!

Darkwing: 🤨

QuackerJack: OH, SHUT UP, MINE ARE NOT THE SAME THING!