#vi my sweetie baby

[cherrybomb107]

WOOHOO!!! WE GOT RELEASE DATES AND I GET TO SEE VI AGAINN HELL YEAH!!! VI MY SWEETIE BABY!!! SHE NEEDS A HUG, STAT!!! VI COME HERE BRO, I GOTCHU🫂🫂🫂

Arcane Newswatch - BREAKING NEWS: OFFICIAL SNEAK PEEK FOOTAGE RELEASED

The Netflix Geeked Week footage from season 2 has been released and can be found here: https://youtu.be/1QZamgwEjiw?si=O9wmq8f3I_plpv3g

This has been Arcane Newswatch

[louebel]

— [ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒. ]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: trafalgar law × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 1,655 wc. mentions of the law novel and spoilers for his backstory, descriptions of his trauma, panic attacks, angst, hurt with comfort, law slowly tries to embrace his past, rushed + not proofread. divider by @ benkeibear. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: law has a nightmare. he appreciates your comfort.

“Hnn..!”

It was one of those nights again.

Sweat tumbled down his temple. No source of light. The polar tang was deep in the abyss. Your soft snores. The blanket hooding you both.

His hands were shaky. His chest was pounding. His lips agape.

“U—uh…”

Just a dream. Just a dream. No.

Not a dream. Reality. The past. Their corpses. The ruins of his city. Bestowed upon him, the laments and dirges of Flevance. They chanted and howled, damned souls who shrieked and condemned the morose government, a newborn Canto VI; Dante’s most passionate inspiration. Mystical, a fantasy, but no dream it was. No, it was not.

If only it could be.

The repugnant fetor of sulfur and acrid smog, ingrained in his nostrils, the buzzing of the flies as he walked among the stench of methane. It was a remote remembrance, clear as a fragile vase of glass, one that would shatter over and over and make his sluggish heart weep, no matter how many times he fixed and carried it. A life torn piece by piece by what was, and is, the ruthless world.

Gone were the days he could live free from his mind, the faces of those he yearned to meet once more, nothing but an ignis fatuus, one that served heartache and warmth in unison. Acerbic, pungent, more than any fruit, acidic upon his tender skin, spilled upon his skull and dissolved it without an ounce of control.

His favorite comics brought dolor. What was formerly one of his dearest pages developed into the fuel of his insecurities, thoughts.

“Look, brother! Sora didn’t die! I told you he wouldn’t!”

His sister’s giggles, nebulous; muffled, lost in time.

“Is it clear, Law? If you’re uncertain, tell me, alright? I’ll explain it to you as many times as you need.”

His father’s lessons but a distant reminiscence.

“Like this, sweetie. You’re a fast learner! Look at you, my smart baby. Mommy’s always here.”

His mother’s delicate hands guiding him, now a phantom.

His childhood companions’ cheering whenever he scored the max on a test, quieter than the gale. The nun’s concerned gaze when he carried Lami and asked to bring her home when she got wounded, forever gone. Corazon’s clumsy scenes he wanted to see again. His smile.

“I love you, Law!”

All their unconditional love.

Love. Love.

He shut his eyes.

How much he craved it. Tore apart in a single night, shredded in another after so thoroughly rebuilding it. And now here he was, trying again. But oh, was it difficult. His breathing often faltered, one false move able to destabilize him. Reconstructing it with paper was an enterprise. A fragment given by each of the people he met — little ones by the citizens in Swallow Island, bigger ones by Wolf, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, his crew, and what survived of his fractured history was utilized as a base. Yours was almost a blanket. It was a prodigious sheet.

They all supported themselves simultaneously. But it wobbled. A lot. Often he couldn’t manage it. Terrified, alone, as he watched all his efforts about to topple. But it never did.

“… Law?”

Oh no. He woke you up.

“Go to sleep.” It came almost like a snap — to not show he was suffering.

Just go to sleep. Don’t bother with him. Don’t.

“Well… now I won’t do that.” you groggily said, his fingers clenching as you propped yourself up with an elbow. “Nightmare?”

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, but he was still an open book. He couldn’t lie to you, nor did he want to. He tried his best to change his mannerisms and patterns.

You’re his partner. Not a stranger.

“Yeah.” he exhaled tremulously, thorns in his throat.

He heard the rustles, the heat of your frame radiating against his. He couldn’t see you, but he imagined you — feeling your massages and head upon his shoulder. It tickled his neck a little.

“Mh. Baby … it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Obscurity and death clutched him with crisp, meager bones and itching shadows. However, a minor light banished them all; tender, so generous. That sound, yours… Fleeting fingers and honeyed pampering.

His droopy and heavy eyelids fluttered open, those golden eyes that carried unspoken anguish all but courageous; what was a mask he got used to wearing now sunk in the void, crystal tears brimming and gushing down his visage, scrunched up and full of lineaments. Quakes wracked his body, hisses leaving his quivering lips.

“I—I…” Nothing came out. Yet your arms remained still around him.

“Sh … Slowly honey. Take your time. I’m here.”

Here. With him.

“I… I’m so sorry. So sorry. Please forgive me. Please.”

Oh, that poor, poor man … What did he do to deserve this? To experience a catastrophe?

“M—Mom… Dad…”

“Law, hey—”

“La—Lami, Cora… Cora-san..!” He couldn't stop. As one sob wrenched from his lungs, another came, and another, and another, and another. His spine twisted, facing down; curling against you, your lips on his brow.

"Law." You called him gingerly, smoothly, hugging him close. Don't let me go, was all he thought.

"It's not your fault. Never. It's okay. Shh… Honey, hey… It's okay baby, it's okay. You're okay. Shh… Look at me."

And he did. Your palms seemed so much more real. An opportunity, some place to run. A light.

"There we go. Good job sweetie. It's okay. You're okay. It's not your fault."

"… N—not …"

"Not your fault. Never your fault, sweetheart. Everything is okay."

"… Mh. Mmhm."

He responded, unable to form coherent sentences, and cradled you close like a lifeline — the only anchor in this storm. You held him just as tightly, grazing his tense, knotted back. He was shuddering so much.

"Good job. That's my Law. Shh…"

It hurt. It truly did. To catch him like this, to see him so bare. No child, person, should ever go through such horrible things — you remembered how you both cried when he opened up. That confidence he wore for all of his crew finally crumbling at the ounce of vulnerability the universe granted him.

Shachi and Penguin never mentioned it. They divulged tales about Swallow Island — but they kept quiet about Law's other past, respecting his privacy. Bepo was a bit more clumsy with his sayings, information slipping from his fangs before he could stop it. (He'd quickly cover his mouth, a little squeak escaping it.)

When Law revealed everything, it was chaotic. You both had an argument some hours before. You were shocked he didn't crumple in your arms.

Seldom you’ve seen him cry.

"They—they would've liked you," he mumbled between hiccups, the tinge of nostalgia palpable.

"Law…"

"I wish you could've met them. I- I really wish they were here." They’d be proud, wouldn’t they? He could’ve worked with his father. His mother. Lami would’ve been a wonderful nurse or a doctor. Corazon would have joined him.

In another life, perhaps. Now the Rose held them.

"I wish I could've met them, too. I know you miss them… But they're—" his skin molded under your pointing finger as you pressed right on his sweet, scarred heart, "—right here. Forever. They're proud of you. I know they are."

"… I … hope so." he believed so, too — but saying it felt too egoistic of him. If you knew, you’d knock his head. He could tell.

"No no, baby. They are. I'm proud of you, too. So proud. Okay?"

He breathed deeply, nodding slowly.

"Okay. Okay."

“Good. You’re getting better,” you assured him, and those words never felt more gratifying. He had to be kind to himself. Gentle. The mind is fragile. He hopes — no, he knows you’d forgive him for being harsh on himself before. He knows. He knows.

“I try. I do. It's so hard, though,” he sniffed, resting his forehead on yours, to feel your warmth, your breath, your vitality, his "Beatrice", “they went too soon, sometimes I wish I could’ve followed them.” he admits, and your eyes grow more compassionate.

“But … my friends. My crew. The people I’ve met. What my family would want, Corazon’s wish. You. I’m glad to be here,” he says, taking deep breaths between. He’s safe in your arms. He can go at his own pace.

“Are you glad to be alive?” Some might see your question as idiotic, but Law knows the difference.

“That … I cannot tell. Sometimes I still feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Mh.”

It was rather quiet after that. Only your breathing and his. The stirring of your pajamas. The hushed buzzing of the submarine.

It was welcome, though.

“Change is complex,” he then spoke, looking at you with a glimpse of hope. “but … I’m willing to try. I have to. For the crew, for you, for—for me.”

Tranquility took him when you smiled, something unlocking in his spirit. It wasn’t onerous anymore.

“Good. Especially for you, honey. We appreciate you being so tough, truly, but…” you brushed your lips on his jaw and peppered soft, tiny kisses. “There's nothing wrong with being weak. We all are. If you fight it, it hurts. It’s just us. Our feeble little selves. Give yourself a break from time to time. You are doing well.”

Law deeply appreciated your snogs, his frantic heartbeat calming. You led him down onto the mattress again, covering both your forms with the blanket.

“Let go, honey. Cry. And don’t hold back. You’re safe now.”

Tender murmurs filled the night. Law's head rested in the crook of your neck. His frightened mourns eased, his restless limbs no longer a problem — caresses and soothing, calm words eased the poor child, who wanted nothing but to live in peace.

And so he reached Eden, your pious hand accompanying him to Paradiso.

[oreo-oro-orero]

An Arcane Domestic AU prompt I thought up😭

Ekko: "Hello?"

Jyace: "Yes is this Mr. Ekko?"

Ekko: "Yes it is."

Principle: "This is Principle Talis from Piltover School For Gifted Young, you might remember in regards to our discussion about your son and daughter and their behavior in class."

Ekko: "Yeah I do, what's up."

Jayce: "Well you see after another incident I decided to call your Wife instead of you because I figured you already had enough on your plate as it is. It was in regards to your kids getting into another fight and as of now your wife is held up in my office with your kids after having headbutted the mother of the kids your's got into a fight with and she has incapacitated most of school security."

Ekko: "alright I'm on my way"

Jayce: "Oh well I've already called over the local enforcer unit and the she-"

Ekko: "That's not gonna help, if anything that'll probably make it worse an...hold on I'm getting another call"

Caitlyn: "Ekko are you there?"

Ekko: "Yep, I would assume you've gotten the news"

Caitlyn: "Yes I have and apparently Vi, has come up to the school as well, punched the father in the face and referred to the school council as "little bitches I believe she's held up in the room with Jinx as well."

Ekko: "Yep I figured, well I'm...hold on I'm getting another call."

Jinx: "Hey Baby!"

Ekko: "Hey Honey."

Jinx: "Can you believe these fucking Pilties, first they call me after our kids got through kicking the shit out of some stuck up brats and not the parents are trying to us to court. It's not our fault that bitches kids can't throw hands!"

Ekko: "The audacity of them I'm sure, how our are little Firelights doing?"

Jinx: "Oh they're doing fine! Say hello to daddy babies!"

*kids say hello*

Vi: "Is that little man?!"

Jinx: "Yeah it is!"

Ekko: "Hey Vi, hold Caitlyn's on the other end."

Caitlyn: "Hey sweetie."

Vi: "Cupcake! Can you believe these assholes, The-"

Caitlyn: "I know I heard Jinx's recounting of the situation, speaking of which, hello Jinx"

Jinx: "....Caitlyn."

Ekko: "we're both on our way so you too try to physically harm any more people until we get there okay?"

Jinx: "No promises! And Ekko you know you didn't have to ask if the kids we're safe. I would never let-"

Ekko: "I know, honestly I don't know why I asked that. I mean why wouldn't our kids be safe when they have the most craziest and cutest girl in all of Piltover and Zaun watching over them"

*Jinx blushes hard*

Jinx: "You're playing a dangerous game here Little Man, you know how I get when you talk like that."

Ekko: "Maybe I'm doing it on purpose"

Jayce: "Um you guys do know I can hear all of this right"

....Line disconnects

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: "How dare anyone say I'm playin' favorites! I love all of my friends just the same- there's Cherri Bomb, Niffty, Husk, Charlie, Pentious, my baby Fat Nuggets, and..."

Vaggie: "How many teeth did you just break using their actual names."

Angel Dust: (squinting at smudged note on his hand)

Angel Dust: ".... Vaaaagina.... Vi...agra??"

Vaggie: "Aww how sweet, you actually tried writing it down and everything."

Angel Dust: "Anything for you. Vaggsoline."

Vaggie: "Thanks for that, uh..."

Vaggie: "Sorry. What was your name again?"

Angel Dust: "Oh har har toots very funny."

Angel Dust: "Not THAT funny though. Guys. Stop laughin'."

Angel Dust: "Sugar Tits? Tiny a Nif c'mon- Whiskers! For real she WASN'T that funny- Oi what kinda fearless leader laughs at her own friends like this!? Daddy Sad Snake save me- I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! Even the new guy?? She exiled ya boiz!"

Sir Pentious: "Yesss, well.... that wass a while ago, and sshe let them come back! And ssshe iss alssso rather amusssing!"

Vaggie: "To be fair it's probably also the stress from our impending fight for our lives or whatever."

Angel Dust: "That's not excuse for anyone actin' like you're in any way funnier than me, Vaggitales!"

Vaggie: "Do they even need an excuse."

Angel Dust: "Oh that's it, anyone of ya that laughs harder at HER lame joke that cashed in on MY amazing set up is coming OFF the door collage!"

Vaggie: "Great, so since I was never on there, I can laugh as hard as want huh?"

Angel Dust: "...."

Angel Dust: (spitefully draws a comical doodle of vaggie on his door)

Angel Dust: (glares and lifts an eraser)

Angel Dust: "I won't hesitate, bitch."

Charlie: "Um. Angel...?"

Husk: "Oh for fuck's sake."

Vaggie: "You doodled me in marker, fuck head."

Angel Dust: "Wh- FUCK!!!"

Vaggie: (smirking) "Hey, it's the thought that counts."

Angel Dust: "Someone get me a door unfucker thing! Niffty how do I get this shit lesbian off my door!?"

Niffty: "Blood sacrifice~"

Angel Dust: "Eww okay fine! Who's blood??"

Niffty: (holds up the pig fat nuggets) "Your first born child-"

Angel Dust: (snatches and hugs) "NO!!!!!"

Vaggie: (rolls eye) "I'll scrap it off with my spear, calm down."

Angel Dust: (shrieking and wrapping himself around pig) "MY BABY!"

Vaggie: "...the door. I'll scrap the marker off of the DOOR for you."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhh... Yeah. Yeah, you'd better!"

Charlie: "We can just paint over it, Angel Dust, don't worry" (whispering at vaggie) "He has your picture tacked up on the inside, labeled 'scary but safe question mark question mark', where you won't see. Like you have that one of him hidden under the group photo in the hotel photo album you're mak-"

Vaggie: "No Charlie don't-!"

Angel Dust: "Wait a sec- your scary sapphic is makin' a WHAT now?"

Charlie: "Oh it's so cuuuute!!! She's been working so hard on it- It's a...."

Vaggie: "It's a what. Sweetie."

Charlie: "......"

Charlie: "It's nothing worth sleeping on the couch over."

Angel Dust: "Uh huh."

Vaggie: (smooches gf's cheek) "Glad to hear it."

Charlie: (muttering) "It is worth it actually. It is very cute and worth it but I want my snuggles..."

Angel Dust: "She's sappy as well is sapphic, is what I'm hearin'. A photo album? Really toots? Well as the most photogenic fuck up in this place- obviously- I should be on the front cover."

Vaggie: "You're on enough covers already."

Angel Dust: "NOBODY LAUGH! I set that one up for ya too!"

Vaggie: "Sure you did."

Angel Dust: "THIS IS WHY YOU'RE NOT ON MY DOOR, TOOTS."

Vaggie: "Riiiight."

-elsewhere-

Alastor: "......"

Alastor: "Oh my! I am positively CERTAIN that no one could have POSSIBLY ever FORGOTTEN about me, ha ha ha!"

Alastor: (grins so hard his teeth crack)

[cherrybomb107]

Well first off, welcome to the fandom! And secondly, yeah. This “Vi is a bad sister” discourse has been happening since episode three of Act I dropped. I never have and never will understand it. Vi was a parentified child who loved her sister dearly. Powder was a mentally ill young girl who was desperate for her big sister’s approval. When you factor in those two things, as well as the system of oppression that Piltover set up, you realize that both girls were set up to fail. They were doomed from the start.

i finished watching arcane a couple of days ago and tell me why i see people hating on vi? SAYING THAT SILCO LOVED JINX MORE THAN HER???? DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW???

[berensteinsmonster]

doodle ddump xP

BISN is Billy J's steed. BISN was adopted by Billy J when he was a young mutated calf, and has put alot of trust to BIlly J because he takes great care of him. He's a sweetie pie

Billy J used to own a farm, but it was taken by banks. He sought out to retreive it's will but became an outlaw in the process. Scariest mf in red mesa territory, the posse are lucky he has a grudge against ultra rich bankers. He loves BISN alot as the few remaining things he has of his ma's farm.

Dusty Cowwoy was the first Cowwoy ever. It was his destiny to save the world, and then he did so. He has a caterpillar motif to contrast Dusty Toppat, because if the old man has a spider to show how old he is, my baby boy has a caterpillar to show that he's at the beginning stages of his life.

The Dusty Toppat design you see is by @digital-roots :)

Cloudless is a cheerful young boy who loves going on adventures. He's very extroverted and loves to chatter away. He's quite the ball of sunshine.

Wilford The VI is an angel and one of the best sheriffs from the posse that came before Terrence. In fact, he was the one who took legal guardianship of her. He's very altruistic, forgiving, and patient with the Cowwoys. Always trying to see the best in....those who deserve it (in contrast to how Terrence tries to see the best in everybody)

[absolutepokemontrash]

If I Had Been There…

This is Father’s Day number 3, guys! How exciting!! So this year, you guys are getting some ANGST, but don’t worry, I have some crack coming up today or tomorrow to make up for it.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: The alternate timeline has Asmo and Lucifer being REALLY shitty dads.

Masterlist

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Another year, another Father’s Day.

Lucifer sat in his office, leaning a little too far back in his chair, gently turning a record over in his hands. It was a lovely gift from Venus, they claimed they had to fistfight a ghost for it, and while Lucifer doubted the validity of the story, he was pleased with his present nonetheless.

After popping the record into the player, letting the music wash over him, Lucifer let out a content sigh. The house was quiet for once, all except for the music. Asmo and Mammon were off with Ash and Cecil, Venus was up in their room sleeping, Belphie was passed out by Beel in the living room, and Lucifer could only assume Levi was out at a convention somewhere.

Peaceful, blissful, quiet.

It was so nice, that Lucifer almost missed the present that appeared on his desk in a tiny puff of smoke.

The little box was wrapped in deep burgundy paper with a tiny black stick-on bow. A little white note card was attached, and from what Lucifer could see when he eventually cracked open his eyes, the handwriting that was on the card was quite nice.

Lucifer gently reached out to grab the present, but stopped short as his eyes suddenly narrowed. This could be a prank from Satan, who had been unusually quiet that day…

Weighing his options (and taking a moment to remind himself where his favourite red rope was, just in case), Lucifer gently plucked the notecard from the box and read it.

Happy Father’s Day, Lucifer,

I hope you and Venus had a lovely day together. I found these files while cleaning out my laptop, and I think you’ll find what’s on them as adorable as I did. Enjoy.

-Deianira

Ah, a gift from Venus’ human parent. Breathing out a quick sigh of relief, Lucifer gently opened the present, and sitting inside was a little chocolate, and a USB.

Popping the chocolate in his mouth and wondering whether or not his laptop even still had a USB port, Lucifer powered on his computer and, after finding the port, plugged his gift in.

Clicking on the new file that appeared on his Home Screen, clearly labelled “Venus’ Videos”, dozens of photos and videos popped up, each neatly labelled with their dates and contents.

Lucifer clicked on the first video.

The screen was dark at first, and for a moment Lucifer wondered if he had broken something, only for the camera to be picked up and pointed at something.

A baby. A baby with eyes Lucifer could recognize anywhere.

“Come here, Venus,” a gentle voice prompted from behind the camera. The baby looked up, then wrapped a chubby fist around a table leg and hoisted themselves up. “Walk to me, walk to renny!”

A smile began to form on Lucifer’s face as Venus reached forward, stumbling a little, but managing to clumsily walk. He took a moment to softly chuckle as the scene continued, Venus with even chubbier cheeks was mind numbingly adorable.

“Like a little zombie~” Deianira giggled as Venus reached for them. “OOP!”

Venus fell right to the floor. They looked up at the camera, confused, then their lower lip began to quiver and they let out a wail.

“Oh no, sweetie…” despite how sweet their words were, Deianira was still giggling.

The video suddenly cut, this time it appeared the camera was peeking around the corner into a room. Once again, Venus was clinging to the leg of a chair, all on their own, eyes trained on the floor as they hesitantly reached their foot out, and began to walk forward.

“Oh would you look at that,” Deianira whispered, “they’re doing it all on their own.”

The video ended, and the grin on Lucifer’s face had somehow managed to grow even wider as he quickly clicked on the next one.

There were a few more videos of baby Venus, some had them playing with their toys, others had them gently sleeping and cuddling things five times their size.

One video began with an unflattering close-up of a two year old Venus.

“Hi.” The baby said into the camera. “I’m playing.”

The camera was clumsily dropped onto the floor and showed Venus toddling over to a small table set up with a plastic tea set, and surrounded by a couple of toys.

As the video continued on, Lucifer felt something other than the pleasant warmth that had begun to spread in his chest.

It wasn’t exactly sadness, that’d be too simple. A hellish cocktail of envy, regret, and sorrow began to spread, overwriting the happy nostalgia that the videos were laced with.

Lucifer quickly shook his head, hoping to clear the feeling that seemed to seep into his bones as he clicked on the next video.

“It’s someone’s first day of school~” Deianira cooed.

The video showed Venus halfway out the door, then looking back to give the camera a radiant little smile. They couldn’t be older than four.

They adjusted their little backpack that was quite adorably shaped like a bear, adjusted their glasses that seemed to be a little too big for their face, then looked up at their parent.

“What do you wan’ me to say?”

“Say bye bye!”

“Oh.” Venus cleared their throat, then gave the camera an award winning smile and a wave. “BYE BYE!”

The video ended, but the roiling ball of sorrow in Lucifer’s chest refused to dissipate.

Every photo and video he clicked through, none of them did anything to quell it. In fact, it only made it worse, but Lucifer couldn’t stop watching it.

He was watching his child grow up. He was watching it second-hand through videos and pictures he didn’t take. He was watching moments he wasn’t there for.

He was watching a ten year old Venus begrudgingly accept a second place ribbon at the science fair with their parent right next to them. He was watching Venus’ eleventh birthday party, watching them blow out their candles only for one of their human cousins to smash their little fists into the cake before they could even try a piece.

He wasn’t there. He couldn’t have been. For the briefest of moments, a scowl crossed Lucifer’s features as he watched Venus sneakily push one of their friends into a pool, before being immediately pulled in after them.

Deianira didn't tell him he had a child… despite the bitterness of the thought, how easy it would be to blame the human, Lucifer’s common sense trumped the notion almost immediately. How would she have told him? Only the most powerful of witches and sorcerers were even able to attempt summoning him, and even then, Lucifer wasn’t the kindest to those who interrupted his work.

Lucifer rubbed his temples as he took a shaky breath. He clicked on the last video.

“Look who’s back from RAD!”

Lucifer’s attention was snapped back to the screen.

Venus, newly thirteen and back in the human world for the summer. They smirked and adjusted their glasses before giving the camera, and their parent a wave.

“Back and tired.” They rolled their eyes, their smirk growing into a lazy grin.

“What?” The camera turned to follow Venus as they tugged their luggage to their room down the hall. “Did being with your father and uncles make you tired?”

“You have no idea!” Venus called back before walking into their room and shutting the door behind them.

The final video ended, and the screen went black. The replay button appeared, but there was no prompt to go onto the next video. Lucifer had watched them all.

He leaned back in his seat again. The music had long since stopped playing, but Lucifer didn’t even notice. His mind began to wander to a familiar place.

It wasn’t the first time he’d thought back on the past, moments he wished he’d done something else, conversations he longed to redo, wars he wished he had won…

But this time, his mind wandered back to his child. He wished, he wished with his full heart he had been there when they were little. He wanted to watch them grow up, watch them grow into the half-demon that looked up to him and adored him, and who he adored in return.

Lucifer shut his eyes, wishing he was where he had been three hours ago, with the music washing over them.

…

Looking down at his teacup and letting out a sigh, Lucifer leaned back in his seat on one of the couches in Diavolo’s favourite sitting room. It wasn’t unusual for Lucifer to visit the castle, in fact, it had become even more common in the recent years as Lucifer had begun to hang out with Diavolo as a companion rather than his right hand.

But this time, he wasn’t here for Diavolo. He was here for someone else.

“You know, Lucifer,” Barbatos drawled as he expertly poured himself a cup of tea. “As much as the young master would probably love for you to nurse him back to health, I cannot allow you two to meet. You’d infect your brothers, and I can only imagine how terrible that would be.”

Lucifer let out a humourless snort of laughter as he shook his head. He straightened his posture and placed his untouched tea on the coffee table in front of him, squaring his shoulders and looking Barbatos dead in the eyes, Lucifer spoke.

“I actually came here for you, Barbatos.”

“Oh really?” The butler raised an eyebrow, then took a sip of his tea. “May I inquire as to why?”

“I need your expertise.” Lucifer continued. “I need you to search for another timeline.”

Watching as Barbatos placed his teacup down a little too forcefully, which was the butler’s equivalent to openly rolling his eyes, Lucifer tsked under his breath.

“You know I can’t do that, Lucifer.” Barbatos said calmly. “But which timeline, pray tell, would you like me to look for? I’m dreadfully curious.”

“I want the timeline where Mammon, Asmodeus, and I knew about our children from the start. The one that’s closest to this one with only that change.”

“You know I can’t show you that.” Barbatos almost huffed. “I can’t show you, or even look myself. Any visions of other timelines and futures are involuntary unless specifically requested by the young master during an emergency-“

“Barbatos please!” Lucifer leaned forward, letting his mask of calm down and showing the desperation underneath. He must have looked awful, he hadn’t slept in two days since he watched the videos, hadn’t eaten properly, and had barely taken the time to care for his appearance. “I… I have to know…”

Maybe it was the desperation in his eyes, maybe it was pity, or maybe it was the fact that Lucifer Morningstar seldom begged anyone for anything, but for just a second, he saw a flicker in the butler’s expression. A slight change. For just a second.

“You may not like what you see, Lucifer.” Barbatos warned, his eyes flashing gold.

“Whatever it is, I need to see it. I need to know what would have happened if I were there. I want to see-“

Lucifer felt like something just punched him in the gut as he forced his next words out. “I want to see myself raise my child…”

“Fine.”

So sharp, so sudden, Barbatos rose from his seat and placed a hand on Lucifer’s forehead. His eyes rolled back, and Lucifer’s vision went black.

…

“It’s yours.”

Lucifer opened his eyes, a strange weightlessness spread across every part of him, and yet, when he looked around, he saw that he had no body at all. He was a spectator, just here to watch and react.

This timeline’s Deianira looked to be about three months into their pregnancy, their arms were crossed, and they were staring expectantly up at- at Lucifer.

The look of shock mixed with abject horror on this Lucifer’s face would have been funny had the context of the moment been stripped away.

Lucifer felt himself wince, he wasn’t naive enough to think he would have leapt for joy at the news, especially considering how he viewed Venus during the start of the exchange program, but even that didn’t prepare him for what left his counterpart’s lips.

“And why haven’t you gotten rid of it, then?”

Deianira’s stare hardened in an instant. “I’ve wanted to be a parent for a long time now, and the opportunity has been given to me. Simple as that.”

Their icy tone didn’t seem to phase this timeline’s Lucifer, as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. He turned on his heel and began to pace through what Lucifer recognized as Deianira’s living room.

“Do you have a shred of an idea how dangerous a half-breed is?!”

“I come from a family of witches, Lucifer, we know how to handle magic.”

“Magic isn’t what I’m concerned about.” The other Lucifer growled. “Those things don’t have any qualms about wrecking havoc anywhere they go! It’s what they’re meant to do! It’s why Lord Diavolo stopped allowi-“

“This is a child you’re talking about!” Deianira shouted, stepping forward and jamming a finger into Lucifer’s chest. “My child! If you don’t want the responsibility of watching it then I’ll take it! I never asked you to-“

“Oh no.” Lucifer grabbed the finger and shoved it away from them, staring Deianira dead in the eye. “If you’re keeping the thing, I’m going to come up here and watch it. I’m not going to leave the thing to cause chaos and ruin Lord Diavolo’s plans.”

“Plans- what are you-“

“Call me when it’s born.”

The vision shifted, Lucifer could feel himself being yanked forward and then stopped suddenly. He was in a hospital room.

Deianira lay on the bed, holding a baby in their arms, an older woman kissed their head and whispered something before quickly leaving the room, leaving the two alone.

Lucifer allowed his consciousness to drift around, floating closer and closer to the baby. He longed to be able to hold them, cuddle them close to his chest and whisper how much he loved them, but alas, Lucifer had no body, and he was only here to watch.

And watch he did, as this timeline’s version of himself appeared and cast a quick glance down at the two before sighing in annoyance.

“You went to a human hospital?”

“Where else was I meant to go?” Deianira replied, their voice completely deadpan and uninterested.

“How were you going to explain a pair of horns to a human doctor if they had come out with them?”

Deianira raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “…Lucifer. Not even baby goats come out with their horns. They grow later.”

Lucifer reflexively bit back a snort of laughter as he watched his counterpart stiffen at both the comparison, and the correction.

“Whatever.”

There was a beat of silence, Deianira didn’t seem terribly bothered by it as the baby on their chest gently slept. After a few moments, Deianira took a deep breath, and shifted the baby in her arms.

“Do you want to hold them, Lucifer?”

Yes.

Lucifer found himself actually attempting to say the word, but with no mouth to speak.

Please.

That’s all he wanted. Hold his child just once.

The other timeline’s Lucifer looked down at the baby- down at Venus for barely a moment, before he harshly shook his head.

“No.”

At that exact moment Lucifer felt his heart shatter.

He didn’t even hold them.

If Lucifer had proper eyes he would have started to cry.

Why didn’t he?! Why didn’t he just…

Lucifer was kidding himself. He knew exactly why.

To him, at that moment, Venus was nothing but a mistake.

A chore.

Something Lucifer had to remedy.

And then, something especially harsh hit Lucifer.

…I… wouldn’t have held them…

The scene began to shift again, and Lucifer longed to dig his claws into the floor to stay there. To admonish his other self for being that short sighted and terrible.

But no, he watched as years flew by right before his very eyes. He watched as this version of himself never once acted like the father he longed to have been. He missed Venus’ first steps, and when the child walked over to him on his next visit, he didn’t even care.

“Almost every living thing learns to do that, am I meant to be impressed?”

Lucifer wanted out. This couldn’t be the right timeline. Barbatos must have made a mistake, an awful awful mistake. It had to be. It had to be a punishment for even asking to look at another timeline. These visions had to be fake, fabrications made up by Barbatos to teach him a lesson.

Lesson fucking learned! Lucifer wanted to go home!

The scene settled into one where Lucifer was standing in front of the door to Deianira’s home. His arms were crossed and he was levelling an annoyed scowl down at them, Venus however, was nowhere in sight. The early morning sun streamed in through the large French windows, but the pretty scene did nothing to soothe either parent’s mood.

“I can’t believe you’re actually trying to send them to a human school!”

“Well they need to learn somewhere, Lucifer, and I have a job and can’t be home all day.”

“Ah yes,” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Send them to a human world school where some random child will set them off and cause them to go ballistic. A wonderful idea, Deianira, truly.”

At the edge of Lucifer’s senses, he heard a faint sniffle, then a hiccup. Drifting away from the argument and up the stairs, he saw a pair of wide eyes behind massive glasses peeking out from one of the rooms.

Venus, no older than four, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Almost on instinct Lucifer tried to rush forward, wrap his arms around them and demand to know what made them so upset so he could fix it, but this time… he knew damn well what was upsetting them, and it was right downstairs.

Wiping their tears and shakily walking down the hallway towards the staircase, Lucifer watched them flinch as his counterpart raised his voice.

“Be quieter!” Deianira snapped. “You’re going to scare Venus!”

Lucifer watched as his counterpart rolled his eyes like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world that he should even care about something like that.

“That doesn’t matter! What does matter is that Venus isn’t going to be able to control themselves if someth-

“I’ll be good!”

The pair turned to see Venus halfway down the stairs, all dressed for school. They quickly rushed over to their parent, grabbing their leg and looking up at Lucifer, barely managing to mask their fear.

“I’ll behave!” They said. “I promise.”

Lucifer’s eyes only flicked to the child for a fraction of a second before he returned to arguing with Deianira.

Lucifer visited once a month. Once a month to demand answers from Deianira about how the child was progressing and whether or not they had done something to expose their demonic side.

In all that time, he hardly ever spoke to them, and Venus barely made an attempt to try and speak to him.

It was plain to see. Venus was terrified of him.

Well, terrified until they turned eleven.

“You know, I’m standing right here.” Venus, newly eleven said to Lucifer. Despite their confident posture and glare, it didn’t take a genius to see that they were still nervous.

“I can see that.” Lucifer’s counterpart sighed, turning to the child and raising an eyebrow. “And?”

“You don’t have to ask my ren everything about me. I can just tell you myself.”

The other Lucifer let out a humourless laugh and shook his head. “No, that isn’t necessary. It’d be quite tedious to ask your parent afterwards if you were lying.”

“Fine then. Enjoy getting info second hand, Lord Lucifer.”

That. That right there. That was the first time Venus addressed him by name.

They hadn’t called him father, or dad, or even by his untitled name. Lucifer had pushed them so far away, the first time Venus uttered his name was in disgust and with his fucking title attached.

The scene shifted again.

The exchange program. Venus had been called down entirely by accident. Unlike the amount of barely concealed excitement in the child Lucifer knew so well, this version of Venus looked so silently devastated.

“Can I just- pardon- can I just stay with the other exchange students?” Venus asked Lord Diavolo, who tilted his head in confusion.

“Do you… not want to stay with your family?”

Venus’ gaze flicked to Lucifer for just a fraction of a second, before eventually… they only managed a shrug.

“Just try staying with them for a bit, Venus,” Diavolo urged with a kind smile. “You might end up liking it.”

To put it simply, they didn’t.

Just like in Lucifer’s own time, his brothers weren’t immediately endeared to the child out of familial love, no no no, just out of interest in a shiny new thing that happened to belong to their dear big brother.

And there were no adventures to endear them to each other. Venus barely left their room. No romps through the labyrinth, no school festivals, no being trapped in video games. Nothing.

Finally, the scene settled again, Venus was in Lucifer’s office, and the demon was thumbing through a report card.

“Decent.” Lucifer said after a long beat of silence, he placed the report card down and went back to his paperwork. “You can go now.”

“I have a question.”

Looking up from his paperwork and raising his eyebrows Lucifer inclined his head. “Speak.”

“What did I do?”

“…what? Venus you need to be more specific-“

“What did I do that was so wrong to make you treat me like this?”

The question froze Lucifer’s counterpart in place, but only for a second before he rolled his shoulders and went back to his work.

“Nothing. And I don’t know what you mea-“

“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I MEAN!”

The sudden outburst was enough to stir Lucifer from his paperwork. He scowled over at Venus, who’s fists were clenched to the point where they were shaking.

“Don’t you dare yell at me.”

“I’m going to fucking yell and you’re going to take it!” Venus snarled, tears beginning to pool in their eyes. “You’ve treated me like shit my whole life! You’ve never once told me you loved me, or you were proud of me- NOTHING! Did I do something wrong?! Just- just- WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH ME THAT YOU COULDN’T LOVE ME?!”

Nothing. You did nothing wrong… Lucifer longed to say to them, assure them that he loved them… but that wasn’t what the other Lucifer had said.

“You, Venus, are a penance I have to endure.” Lucifer stood up from his desk and walked over, his glare sharp as the point of a sword. “You are my mistake to deal with. You are that, and the exchange student, nothing else.”

A tear rolled down Venus’ cheek, they turned on their heel, and moved to walk away.

“Well, with that attitude, no wonder two of your brothers won’t come home.”

Two… wait-

The scene shifted, Venus was standing in front of Diavolo, crying.

“Please just- send me home!”

Diavolo’s eyes widened as Venus wrapped their arms around themselves and cried.

“I don’t want to be here anymore! I want to go home, to my real parent!”

Almost on instinct, Diavolo opened his arms and Venus ran into them, holding onto him like if they let go, they’d drown.

“I hate him… I hate him…” Venus whimpered. “I just hate him so much…”

Venus and Lucifer had their ups and downs. Lucifer knew that. He wasn’t perfect, despite his attempts to make others think he was. He was flawed. He had neglected them at times, he hadn’t been the father they deserved. Venus wasn’t perfect either, hell, they had accidentally cursed their family and wiped Lucifer’s memories, but they had worked together to fix that.

At the end of the first year of the exchange program, Venus chose to stay with Lucifer.

They were a family, and this family loved each other.

And now Lucifer was watching his child beg his friend to let them go home. To the human world.

But… a thought entered Lucifer’s head. Two brothers… two missing brothers…

…

Where was Mammon?

Belphie was still in the attic, Venus hadn’t let him out, but where had Mammon gone?

…

The scene began to shift again.

This time, the other timeline’s Lucifer wasn’t present. Mammon, and who Lucifer recognized as Ash’s mother, were standing in front of each other, and whispering in hushed conversation.

“I didn’t mean to leave all sudden like that…” Mammon scratched the back of his neck. “But my brother called n’… yeah…”

“It’s not your fault… at least you left your number.”

“Heh… yeah…”

Lucifer had heard the story of what happened in his timeline from Ash dozens of times. Mammon and their mother had spent a week together, Mammon had been summoned back to the Devildom, and Ash’s mother was left without a phone number to call, and later found out she was pregnant.

It was an honest mistake on Mammon’s part, he had no idea he had left a hookup hanging, but it seemed in this timeline he was able to scrawl his number down on a piece of paper before he was pulled back down.

“So… a baby…”

“Yeah,” Ash’s mother’s face hardened. “Are you going to stick around, or try and fly the coop?”

“Eh?! I wouldn’t do that!” Mammon snapped back, an embarrassed blush painting his cheeks. “W-we’re gonna do this together, right?”

Relief painted across Ash’s mother’s features, she then nodded. “Good… good…”

The scene warped again, Mammon was lying on a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom, a baby, about six months old sitting on his chest.

“Sittin’ up already, buddy?”

“Aaah!” The baby, Ash, leaned forward and lightly whacked Mammon on the nose, who snickered and shook his head.

“So violent, you got a temper, huh?”

“Amaaaa…”

“S’no big deal, little buddy, I’ve had worse.”

“Gah…”

Despite himself, a warmth began to spread through Lucifer. At least in this timeline Mammon and Ash were happy. There would be no childish bickering or malice between the two, not this time.

The scene warped and shifted, Lucifer was back in the Devildom, and Mammon was resting his head on one of his outstretched hands in the dining room, a scowl on his face.

“I’m tellin’ ya, Levi,” Mammon shot a glare at his younger brother. “I didn’t take your shit.”

This was a common argument the two would have. Honestly, it was a toss up as to whether or not Mammon was actually guilty in any case.

“I know it was you Mammon!” Levi snapped, slamming one of his fists on the dining table. “I smelled you all over my stuff, and I want my figurine back!”

“I didn’t take any of your fuckin’ figurines! We played video games in your room less than three days ago, maybe that’s why your stupid room smells like me!”

As Mammon and Levi continued to argue, an audience began to form, Satan and Asmo lingered in the doorway, leaning in and listening to the exchange, while Beel and Belphie were bold enough to actually sit at the table.

“That’s it!” Mammon said, suddenly pushing away from the table and standing up, throwing up his hands in defeat. “I’m leavin’! I’m done!”

“Where are you going, Mammon?” Belphie asked, his tone bored, but his eyes locked on Mammon like a predator before a strike. “Going to visit that human?”

Mammon froze. “The fuck’s it to you?”

Belphie snorted and shook his head. “That’s what I thought, go run to your human and the half-breed then, if you’re going to be with them instead of your family then we don’t want you.”

The room went quiet.

Quiet until of course, this timeline’s Lucifer walked in.

“What the hell are you all yelling about?”

“I’m leaving.” Mammon started walking towards the exit again.

“Where and for how long?” Lucifer asked, almost sounding bored. “So I know how long to string you idiots up for interrupting my work-“

“It’ll be forever if you jackasses keep this shit up!”

“What?” Asmo piped up, the familiar venom in his tone. “Why? You can’t possibly think they’d actually put up with yo-“

“They’re nice to me!” Mammon turned and shouted. “They don’t call me names and accuse me of shit like you bastards do! I’m done! I’m going.”

And with that, Mammon walked out.

“He’ll be back.” Satan said, checking his newly painted nails. “He’s not going to stay up there forever.”

The scene changed, months later, Mammon hadn’t come home, and Lucifer was now standing in the middle of a small apartment kitchen late at night.

“Mammon, home, now.”

“No.” Mammon shook his head. “I’m not leaving them.”

“You’re a demon Mammon, are you going to spend the next whoever knows how long pretending to be human?”

“I’d rather do that then go back with you!”

Running a hand through his hair and growling in frustration, Lucifer fixed Mammon with a stern glare. “You’re being ridiculous, are you really going to walk away from us like this? You’re a demon lord of hell, you have responsibilities!”

“Yes! I would!” Mammon growled. “And if you try and take me back by force, the Devildom’s never seein’ a drop of money again.”

The other Lucifer went quiet, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before returning to his previous glare. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t mean.” Mammon snapped. “I’m sick of being the family punching bag! You all can just- just- FUCK OFF!”

The scene shattered.

Time went by. Mammon got to watch his child grow up and got to be the father Ash deserved. Though, as Lucifer watched, he couldn’t bring himself to be happy for them.

While Ash and their mother had an easier life than they did in Lucifer’s timeline… Mammon had left his brothers. Ash wouldn’t know his uncles, they would never meet Cecil and Venus…

The family was incomplete, and Lucifer knew perfectly well why.

During those years, all the way up until Venus had been pulled down, Mammon’s behaviour had worsened, which caused the insults and punishment to worsen, which in turn, made Mammon misbehave. But still… he wouldn’t have- wouldn’t have left after all that! There had to have been something else! Something that wasn’t there in Lucifer’s time-

Venus.

This Lucifer had to… “deal with” Venus in this timeline.

Mammon was the punching bag for all that stress…

No wonder he left… Lucifer thought, his heart twisting in his chest.

And no wonder I never saw Venus as anything other than a burden… Lucifer continued as a horrid realization struck him as hard as a punch to the face. Mammon left them all for a half demon.

As Lucifer felt something begin to tug him backwards, he wanted to wince.

He had one more brother to watch… didn’t he?

…

Lucifer could smell the perfume in the air before anything else. Asmo being summoned to the human world was always accompanied by a blast of whatever newest scent he had become obsessed with.

Cecil’s mother had found Solomon, and the sorcerer was kind enough to summon Asmo to meet his child…

“Oh they look just like me!” Asmo cooed, leaning down and poking at the baby’s cheeks. “Look at those eyes, awww, you’re a charmer like your daddy, huh~?”

“Be gentle, Asmodeus,” Solomon tutted as he noticed that Cecil’s mother seemed too nervous to speak up about Asmo’s handling of the baby.

The baby, Cecil, on the other hand, seemed to be plenty capable of speaking up for themselves as they whined and reached for their mother. Ignoring this, Asmo continued to turn the baby over and mess with their hair and outfit, making his displeasure at any imperfections known.

“I am being gentle, gentle as a kitten. Now look at this onesie, it’s hideous!”

“That’s the thing about Asmo,” Lucifer remembered Leviathan joking one day to Venus, “he wears down your self esteem over a number of years without even trying.”

Asmo would visit, once a month, and talk all about his favourite topic. Himself.

Every visit, from when Cecil was an infant to a preteen, Asmodeus would talk about himself.

Unless of course, something displeased him.

“Your hair is a mess, have you considered cutting it?”

“Did you pick out your outfit? Ugh, it shows.”

“If you put a bit of effort into your makeup you’d look better.”

And those were the times when Asmo didn’t forget he even had a child to look after. At first the visits were frequent, but as Asmo lost interest, the time spent with his child began to dwindle.

Lucifer watched Cecil sit at their dinner table, all on their own, waiting for hours on end for Asmo to show up, and never appearing.

All he did was talk about himself and they still waited… Lucifer thought bitterly. You really are too good, Cecil.

But it wasn’t like Asmo completely erased the child from his memory, oh no. He loved to brag.

Loved to brag about what a wonderful father he was. Loved to talk about how his child totally adored him. Loved to give advice on how to be even half the picture-perfect father he was.

Finally, the second attempt at the exchange program. Venus had left, and Cecil was brought down. Alone.

The scene shifted and warped once again, Asmo and Cecil were in Asmo’s room, the half demon painting his nails as he gabbed away.

Lucifer watched as Cecil’s eye began to twitch. It was quick, so quick that Lucifer wondered if he was just imagining things, but then it happened again. He watched as Cecil’s grip tightened on their father’s hand.

“Stop talking.” They said, their voice clear as day.

Asmo didn’t seem to hear them, he kept on rambling. Rambling. Rambling. Rambling.

“I said shut up.” Cecil’s scowl deepened, but Asmo wasn’t even paying attention.

“And then I told her to stop trying to get me to wear something that garish. Can you imagine? Me wearing that?! Anyway I-“

Finally, Cecil dropped Asmo’s hand and stomped over to Asmo’s dozens of perfume bottles, they grabbed one, and threw it straight to the ground.

The room went silent the moment the glass shattered against the floor.

Asmo opened his mouth to demand what the hell Cecil thought they were doing, but Cecil beat him to the punch.

“What’s my middle name?”

“…what?”

“My middle name!” Cecil repeated, their cheeks going an angry red. “What is it?! Don’t you know your own child’s name?!”

“Cecil, I don’t know what has gotten into y-“

“Of course you don’t!” Cecil snapped back. “You know nothing about me, you self-centred NARCISSIST!”

Asmo crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Wow, Cecil, how original. If I had a nickel for every time someone tried to insult me by calling me a narcissist I’d have enough money to-“

“I. Don’t. CARE!” Cecil screamed, stomping down on the fragments of broken glass with their shoes and shattering them further. “What’s my favourite colour?! What’s my favourite movie?! What musical instruments can I play?! Huh?! You claim you’re such a good dad, now TELL ME WHO I AM!”

Asmo opened his mouth to respond… then slowly closed it.

He didn’t know.

“Who are my friends?! What are my hobbies?! What are my grades at this stupid school?! No, you don’t know, because you only care about yourself!”

And with angry tears running down their cheeks, Cecil stormed out, slamming the door behind them, leaving Asmo wide-eyed on his bed, completely motionless.

My Asmo wouldn’t. Lucifer repeated that, over and over again in his mind like a cultish chant. He adores Cecil, he loves hearing about them and what they do- he loves-

He didn’t always.

Lucifer grimaced. He knew his little brother, and despite how much he loved him, Lucifer knew Asmo didn’t have the best track record with rolling out affection. It was almost never selfless. It was always to gain something.

The admiration or respect of others, a product, status, a partner for the night, it didn’t matter.

And at first Cecil was no different.

Asmo was so excited to find out that he had a half human child in Lucifer’s timeline because Lucifer was a father and he saw what Venus did for his image. That wasn’t to say Asmo didn’t love Venus, but Asmo knew what made his follower count balloon into the stratosphere.

This Asmo never stopped seeing Cecil as a simple tool.

…

Lucifer’s eyes snapped open. He was holding his cup of tea in a shaking hand, looking dead ahead at Barbatos, who was calmly stirring milk into his tea.

“I told you that you might not like what you see.”

The butler continued to stir his tea, before eventually putting down the spoon and taking a sip.

“Was that really what would have happened..?”

“It might have.” Barbatos said simply. “There are other timelines, but you asked for the closest one, and that was one of the closest I could find.”

“…I see.” Lucifer put down his tea, almost completely untouched, before he gave Barbatos a shaky nod and stood up from his seat. “I’ll be going now.”

“See you tomorrow, Lucifer.” Barbatos said as Lucifer quickly walked out of the room.

As the demon made his way home, he couldn’t help but wonder when he had stopped viewing Venus as a chore. When he started seeing them as a child and not a dangerous ticking time-bomb.

…Lucifer remembered laughter.

It had been a nice day out, the bright moon was fading to its dim nighttime glow, and Lucifer was waiting by the entrance of RAD’s middle school division. Despite child after child coming out the door, Venus hadn’t made their way outside.

Hearing a familiar voice cheer just out of sight, Lucifer couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Venus was goofing off, most likely.

He stepped into the school and walked down the halls, moving past the stragglers and teachers cleaning up their classrooms at the end of the day, and finally made it to the yard.

Over by the swingset, he spotted them.

“Hi father!” Venus waved as their swing swung them backwards. “Gimme a sec! I’m gonna jump!”

“Venus, it’s time to leave, now.” Lucifer said through gritted teeth, the day’s exhaustion and frustration seeping into his voice.

“Just wait, I gotta get high enough!” Venus replied, kicking out their legs and leaning back, forcing the swing to go higher as their little audience of three of their peers began to cheer their name.

“Vee! Vee! Vee!”

Venus let go at the highest possible point, but the moment their feet hit the wood chips, their legs slid out from under them and they landed on their back.

“Ow.”

“Ooo…” one of the children winced, a girl with pink hair and a lollipop in her mouth. “Ouch. Vee, don’t you have wings?”

“Yeah!” Venus said as they sat up. “But in the human world we don’t use wings to land! I can do it- just watch agai-“

“Venus, we’re leaving.” Lucifer began to walk over in order to tug his child to their feet and pull them home. At this rate the two would be late for dinner and-

“Just a second!” Venus shot to their feet and ran back to the swing, hoisting themselves onto their feet and beginning to kick back and forth again.

“Enough of this,” Lucifer sighed. “Do you want to be late?”

“We won’t be late if you push me!” Venus said, pushing their crooked glasses back into place as they began to pick up speed.

“Push you? No.”

“Come on, father.”

“Venus, get off the swi-“

“Pleeeeeaaaaaase? Please let me jump one more time!”

To his absolute shock (and mild horror) Lucifer felt his resolve begin to crumble. He slowly stepped behind the swing, and caught the chains.

“Aw- father but-“

“Hold on.”

Lucifer pulled the swing back, then pushed it forward, sending Venus flying upwards as they held onto the chains for dear life.

“WOOOOO!” They cried as they sailed through the air, daring to free one of their hands and pump their fist in the air.

“Hurry up and jump, we don’t have all-“

Venus leapt from the swing, soaring through the air until-

“HAH!” Venus hit the ground on both feet, waited a moment for their balance to be perfect, before holding up their arms like a gymnast. “See! I told you I can do it without flying!”

The three other kids snickered and gave them a halfhearted, but friendly round of applause as Lucifer grabbed one of their arms and began to lead them out of the playground.

“Bye, Vee!”

“Bye guys! See you Monday!” Venus called out before turning to Lucifer with a big grin on their face as they slipped their arm out of his grasp and causally replaced it with their hand. “I bet them I could stick the landing without using my wings and I did it!”

“Yes, I saw.”

“Mhm, we do that all the time in the human world, it’s not hard.” Venus explained with a proud smile. “Now what’s for dinner? Can we have Akudonalds?”

“What? No.” Lucifer looked down at them, bewhildered. “We have food at home.”

“With Uncle Beel there? No way.” Venus replied, pouting. “What about pizza?”

“No.”

“Sushi?”

“No.”

“Ugh!” Venus huffed, puffing out their cheeks and looking up at Lucifer with a frown as the two turned the corner and began walking down the street to the house. “What do you plan on feeding me, then?”

“Hm,” Lucifer tapped his chin with his free hand in mock thought. “Gruel. It’s nutritious enough.”

“Ewwww!” Venus stuck out their tongue. “Maybe that’s what you eat but that’s nasty!”

“It’s good enough.”

“Good enough for someone who runs on… motor oil, maybe! Father, you run on motor oil!”

“Mhm.”

“Bleh…” Venus shook their head and began to look into the windows of shops they passed by. Despite himself, Lucifer began to crack an amused little smile. “Well if you plan on depriving me of deliciousness, can we at least get ice cream after dinner?”

“If you eat all your broccoli,”

“I like broccoli. That’s not going to be hard at all.” Venus said proudly.

“And your green beans.”

“What?! No way! You know those are nasty!”

“They’re nutritious.”

“Ewwww! No no no no! This is against the Geneva convention! At least make them in like- butter or something! Come on, father, they’re terrible!”

“If you don’t eat it, I’ll take everyone else out for ice cream.”

“Mammon’s not going to eat green beans either!”

“Then he doesn’t get ice cream either.”

“This is unjust!”

Lucifer’s smirk only grew as Venus continued to whine, while he unlocked the door. His child attempted to bargain with him over exactly how many green beans they’d need to eat before they could get their dessert as the door swung open.

“Uncle Mammon you won’t believe this!” Venus shouted as they kicked off their shoes and sprinted into the house, determined to find their uncle and continue to complain about the sheer unfairness of the whole situation.

To his surprise, a small, fond little laugh escaped Lucifer’s lips as he heard Mammon’s aghast response join Venus’ horrified retelling of what Lucifer told them.

“Kids…” Lucifer whispered.

As the memory began to fade, Lucifer found himself right at the front door.

He fumbled around for his keys before he managed to unlock the door and step inside, where he was greeted by the sounds of a video game running in the living room, and the intense shouting of someone losing said video game.

“Ya can’t just blue shell your old man like this!”

“Bold words for someone who mains Bowser.”

“THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!”

In the living room, Mammon and Ash were aggressively tapping away at their controllers with their eyes deadlocked on the screen, while Levi acted as their sports announcer.

“A bold move from Yoshi, but is it enough to beat Peach on a motorcycle?”

“I think so.” Beel piped up from his spot on the couch next to Belphie, who was peacefully napping through all of this on his shoulder.

“Well I mean- yeah it is a computer opponent but-“ Levi trailed off for a moment, before picking up his announcer act again with twice the previous vigor. “A jump from one part of the track to another! Bowser once again takes the lead before- NO! He falls into the abyss of space!”

“Dammit!” Mammon snapped, waiting for his kart to drop back onto the track while Ash exploded into giggles next to him.

“Would you all quiet down?” Asmo said from the other side of the living room, sitting on the floor surrounded by nail polish with Cecil. “I can’t hear a damn thing.”

“Then speak louder or somethin!” Mammon called back, which elicited an eyeroll from Asmo.

“What were you saying, Cecil sweetie?”

“Oh- right! I was just looking at these new shoes that Devicci dropped recently, and I really think they should stick to watches because-“

The faintest of smiles came across Lucifer’s lips as he saw how Asmo hung onto every word, how genuinely happy he seemed when he listened to Cecil recount how their day went.

But despite the little get-together they seemed to be having, Lucifer couldn’t spot the person he was looking for.

He moved on, down the hallway and up the stairs to their room, and tapped his knuckles against the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

“Come in.”

Lucifer opened up the door, and was greeted by Venus and Satan’s dear cat attempting to climb up his leg. Sighing, Lucifer picked up the cat and carried him over to Venus, who was hunched over their desk doing homework.

“What is it, father? Do you need something or-“

Venus was cut off by Lucifer spinning their desk chair around and absolutely crushing them into a hug.

“Ow- uh- father are you-“

“I love you, Venus. Don’t forget that.”

“…father are you sick?”

Lucifer pulled away and frowned in confusion. “What? Can I not say I love you?”

“Father seriously, the last time you were this upfront about it you had memory loss-“

“Quiet, you.” Lucifer tsked, but quickly began to chuckle. “That wasn’t the best of weekends, was it?”

“No, it was decidedly not.” Venus mumbled, then shrugged. “So uh- are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes… I’m fine.” Lucifer said after a moment of thought. “I just… got a little reminder of how much time flies.”

“You had an old person moment?”

“If that’s what you want to call it.” Lucifer said with a roll of his eyes. “But it also gave me a good reminder.”

Venus tilted their head. “What was it?”

Lucifer gently reached out and ruffled Venus’ hair as he softly smiled. “That even though I came into your life a little later than I would have liked, I’m lucky enough to spend the rest of mine with you now.”

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Author’s Note

Okay- writing some parts of this angst honestly felt like I was dragging myself through broken glass- angst writers how and why do you do this????

AND ON A REGULAR BASIS???????

Yeah- so uh- Luci’s content with being a good dad and meeting his kid a little late rather than being a terrible dad and being somewhat around for his kid’s whole life-

Shoot me an ask or comment or something and yell at me for this please.

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ROUND 2C, MATCH 6 OUT OF 8!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Persona 5:

[Mod's Note: Warning for Persona 5 spoilers]

Her Persona is Cinderella. Her story is about disguising herself as another person to gain acceptance.

Her persona is Cendrillon, the French name for Cinderella and the name of an opera based on the story, and it mirrors her arc in the game. When you boil her down to the essentials, she essentially made a wish that was granted by her....... fairy godtherapist to go from pauper (bland and talentless depressed Sumire) to princess (her dead sister Kasumi, bubbly, personable star gymnast). As far as she sees it, even, it's this transformation that helps her 'get the prince' (read: befriend the protagonist). Why should she win, though? Umm because she's my baby my angel my sweetie my cherub specialist character in fiction and most important girl in the universe. Out of love in your heart for me, tumblr user [REDACTED], vote for her.

GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH ok ok ok everyone here's my autism. Major spoilers as you get closer to the end btw! - She has three personas, in order they go: Cendrion, Vanadis, Ella. The first and last are taken from Cinderella, with Cendrion being the german name for Cinderella, and of course Ella just being a shortened form of Cinderella. - She does gymnastics, although a lot of her phantom thief design is heavily based off of ballet as well! In particular the black swan mimicking the white swan, and while of course that's not cinderella, it does remind me of how Cinderella was treated in the beginnings of the story - Cinderella and her both have major sibling trauma! It's a huge point about her character. Major spoilers, but she pretends to be her older sister Kasumi for most of the game; the sad truth is that she's in fact the younger sister Sumire. She's pretending to be her older sister because she can't deal with the trauma of that day she ran out into traffic and her sister got hit instead of her. (It does not help that her therapist uses eldritch god powers to gaslight her into thinking she is her sister.) - They're both pretty and also I love sumi so much she's everything to me. unironically the character of all time NOT FOR PROPAGANDA but for mod: image because it can be awkward to find one: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/UyOsg26GnZU/maxresdefault.jpg also!!!! if you're interested in not potentially spoiling people you should call her Kasumi Yoshizawa. If you aren't worried about that though and want to be accurate, Sumire Yoshizawa is better. Or just call her Violet because that's her codename!

Initially introduced as Kasumi, she is a dorky and sweet first-year student who looks up to the protagonist as a mentor and eventually joins the Phantom Thieves in figuring out the fake reality they're trapped in. However, it's revealed that she's actually Kasumi's sister Sumire, who was always stuck in her more talented sister's shadow and yearned to be Kasumi. Unfortunately, she got her wish when her sister died saving her and her therapist brainwashed her into believing herself to be Kasumi. With help from the protagonist, Sumire realizes she was holding herself back and breaks free from her false identity, embracing her true self and rebelling against the hollow utopia. Her initial Persona--an embodiment of her true self--is Cendrillon, and her third tier ultimate Persona is Ella.

Sumire dosen't just pretends to be her dead sister, she was brainwashed into believing to be her by the final act's main villain/her fairy godfather figure, because that was her (misguided by trauma) wish as she believed that her sister was better than her. The final acts has a lot of 'making wishes come true' theme that connects her to Cinderella even more, also she does have a bit of 'save by the prince' thing going on with the game's protagonist

Cinderella:

her own movie screwed her over so bad so i need her to win at least one thing in her life ☹️ avoiding spoilers but once upon a crime cinderella is so kind and hardworking (and a hopeless romantic aww) and like damn let a girl fight back !!!!

[peanutbutter-doodles]

What Do You Need? 18+ Mdni

''A-ACE!!!'' ''FUCK!!!''

''Almost there Baby~?'' He Chuckled, listening to your moaning and whimpering on the other line. Teasing you even more as you've become lost in your pleasure.

''ALMOST!!''

''Tell me what your doin right now~?''

''I-i-im fingering my-myself and Using the vi-vibrator on the highest setting....'' You Whimpered.

''Is it working for you babe~?''

''No.'' ''It's not fucking giving m-me what i need!''

''What do you need?''

''You know exactly what i need you fu-''

''Ah ah ah.'' ''Language~.'' ''You don't want daddy to deny you again, don't you?''

''No...i don't...'''

''Now Sweetie, tell me what you need~.''

''I want you...to choke me....

spank me as hard as you can....''

''And?''

''Fuck me till i can't walk, till i'm filled with your cum letting it leaked down between my thighs. ''letting you use me like a Whore!''

''Holy Fuck Princess!''

''When are you coming home daddy?''

He starts laughing

''Ace come on!!!'' ''i need you!!!''

''Maybe next week, Maybe this week~''

''ace...''

''Maybe tomorrow''

Your door opens

''Maybe Right fucking now.''

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Older ace~

i've been thinking about it!

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Eugene Skullovitch canon and non canon kids

-stares at his sheer List of close friendships, implied romances, romances, and everything in between- I think Skull vies with Tommy for sheer amounts. Tommy or Billy, but definitely up there. At the very least I can say this is because he’s a reoccurring character over several seasons and movies and not because they were trying to force a hetero romance so nobody noticed the actor was gay. Skull’s naturally flirtatious demeanor and huge presence in the show is certainly to blame for this. So. I’m more than likely missing some, but -shrugs- I am doing My Best lol.

Canon kids:

Unknown mother;

Spike Skullovitch. Like Minh the other parent isn’t known or needed, so Spike never got her named. It’s led to a lot of ideas of who the mom is, au’s where he’s a putty hybrid, and just a whole lot of fun. But let’s focus on canon. Spike is the teenaged son of a now very famous and very rich Eugene Skullovitch. He spent the summer with his “uncle” Bulk. He’s got a massive crush on Mia and he wants to be a samurai and he’s always eager to help the power rangers. And can I just say I love this guy? He’s a cinnamon role. He’s a sweetie. He’s a baby doll and must be protected at all costs. He’s the sweetest of the confirmed canon kids we know of so far (I AM looking at Coinless!Adam’s unnamed son, yes I am. Child I wish we’d seen you before you died. I’d love to know your name) unfortunately the descendants don’t seem to get a lot of personality as a general rule, and even Spike’s a little light on personality. He’s got enough to make him stand out from his dad. But, I can’t help but adore him lol. Sir who are you and who’s your mom? Second bit doesn’t matter but I’d love to know you better.

Non canon oc and alternate reality kids and grandkids:

for the sake of not wanting to sound repetitive, not every universe will have Spike, just ones that make sense/would be interesting for him.

Kimberly Hart;

Stormy Hart, aged seventeen. Her parents are separated. Despite the rocky start with Eugene being Kim’s rebound, they got together again after the Candace Incident. Kim progressed on Eugene’s terms, and they had a kiddo right as they were applying for colleges. It was a bit difficult and they made it work, but when Stormy was seven they finally had to separate, though they’re not on bad terms. Stormy is Spike’s half sister, and has her own band. Has anxiety and depression. Doesn’t spend time with brother or Bulk, at least as much as she should. Mostly for her appearance. Got extremely jealous of Spike over the power rangers thing though! She generally lives with her mom, not her dad, hence why she doesn’t spend time with Spike. She loves her goofy half brother but she’s at the age where her image is important to her. She doesn’t have any colors associated with her.

Katherine Hillard;

I thought his mild attempts at flirting were cute. They got together after Turbo’s movie. Kat realized she was never going to replace Kim for Tommy, and broke up with him. She got with Skull after a few months and some very creative ways to ask her out. They have two sons. The oldest is Squire Hillard. Aged 17. He’s average height and kind of a brilliant himbo. He lets his reputation cover him like a mask, but he’s pretty devious when he’s properly motivated. A little bit of a tail chaser. He keeps striking out, but that never stopped him. While he is a power ranger (pink), he’s having fun running a podcast questioning who the power rangers are. This cover is so good not even Kat’s figured out he’s pink turbo ranger. Looks like a surfer bro. Prefers it that way. Half brother of Spike Skullovitch. Has had to save his half brother three times so far. Barely gets along with his dad, county Sheriff Eugene Skullovitch, but they’re trying. He’s closer to Kat and like her is a professional diver. He wants to get into the Olympics. His general outfit could best be described as “someone from the peppermint forest in candyland decided to become a pirate”. He actually has a rap sheet. He’s got middle child syndrome and you can usually find him with his friends, the other Turbo rangers, or with Bulk, or egging grandmas house with Devon. He’s giving Eugene a bald spot is what he’s doing. Spike does his best, but they really don’t see eye to eye. Squire likes his big brother, there’s just a bit of frustration with him.

Devon Skullovitch, aged eleven. Unlike Squire he’s not blond and looks more like Eugene and Spike. Bulk calls him the baby buddy, and it annoys him so so much. Loves video games and fixing cars. Can eat his weight in lasagna. Not associated with any color. Knows his brother is up to something, unsure what. Often getting babysit by half brother. Is known to egg his grandmothers house. A lot. It’s a problem.

Billy Cranston;

After being best friends as kids, then not, then sort of friends, then maybe more...they have two kids. Charlie Cranston, aged twenty two, and Oscar "Skid" Cranston, aged twenty. Charlie and Oscar are both via a science experiment, where Billy combined his and Eugene's genetic codes in a randomizer, to see if anything would happen that was viable as a sperm and egg equivalent. Yes, he got permission for this from Eugene. He sold the patent, and lives happily with his and Eugene's kids. Charlie is a blue solar ranger. She has been since she was seventeen. Billy didn't know at first and when he found out....he grounded her for not telling him. Then came back thirty minutes later, apologized, ungrounded her, and told her to be careful. Eugene doesn't get it as much but he's trying, he really is. He worries more than Billy, though Billy does often find himself staring up at the stars on late nights with tea in his hand, knots in his stomach and hoping he sees his daughter for Christmas. It's different, somehow, when they're in space and not in town.

Oscar is friends with a Bulkmeier, of course. He's the family "problem child", in a general sense. The prankster, and he's super smart. He is mild enough nobody really thinks he's as smartass and clever as he is. His entire motivation is cause as much chaos as possible. He used to prank his sister once a month until she left, and he's the one who let slip she's a power ranger because she was thrown through a building in front of him. She didn't know he knew, and he's been apologizing since via no more pranks, and gifts. so many gifts. Her favorite foods, updates on her favorite bands, jewelry she'd like. He doesn't have to but he feels bad. This was the closest they ever got to the family splintering. Trini, Zack, and Jason do their best to help the three deal with Charlie in space. Oscar works as a janitor, isn't really interested in dealing with school or anything. He likes doing his hobbies while having a stable job.

variation; they get together when he helps Skull with his newborn son. Spike takes care of his little siblings, and helped Oscar get his nickname and his current job. Billy is eternally caring to his adopted kid, and does the best he can by Spike.

variation 2; Charlie becomes Charlie from A Team. This time, Billy DOES ground her. she never hears the end of it

Farkas Bulkmeier;

Absolutely nobody was surprised when they got together. Eugene became a teen dad and Bulk didn't even think twice. He could fit boyfriend in one arm and baby in the other and he often did in the early days when sleeping with the two. For comfort and sense of protection. Skull was his best friend, and everything he'd ever want in a partner. They didn't bother with a ceremonial wedding, it was just going to get the paperwork signed and then having a big party celebrating with their friends. They have Spike, of course, and adopted one more. Between Spike and Amy, they're good. Sharkie offered to be a surrogate, and Billy offered a way to mix their genetics, but after a long talk with each other and them, it was just Spike and Amy.

Amy and Spike are the same age, with a four month difference. Spike's more emotionally mature than his sister, but Amy's more cunning and less naive than Spike. Currently both eighteen. She's jaded in a lot of ways and makes sure her brother doesn't have to be. Spike has had to ask her not to threaten any partners he might get with, because he can handle himself. She's had to occassionaly ask this goes both ways. Amy is considering being a mechanic, or a roadie for Skull or Spike. She likes feeling useful, she likes puzzles and chess and general challenges. Cannot cook to save her life, but she's a whiz at baking. She's better at math than anyone else in her family. But english is the bane of her existence. Is not associated with a color.

Tommy Oliver;

Tommy invited Skull to a carnival. After first being asked if Skull was a rebound-with a fast follow up to make sure Tommy wasn't taking him to something run entirely by putties-and then asking if he was sure sure Goldar and Skorpina wouldn't be there-Tommy decided he was going to make this a date. and the best one of Skull's life. The effort to help this guy have a proper, healthy, fair love life, meant it more or less accidentally lead to falling in love and while not marriage, they do live together. They have Spike, an adopted daughter Eliza, and a son together named Hunter. Rita thought it'd "bury the hatchet" and had the forethought to let them know she'd decided her first act of being nice would be something that would benefit them. Has not in fact, buried any negative feelings but the effort did mean something. Tommy's straight up told all three of his kids they're not allowed to go to Briarwood. Just in case.

Eliza "Lizzie" Oliver is 21, and wants to be a reporter. Thinks Tommy's worries are a little extreme when they directly affect his kids' lives, but she humors him even as an adult, because she loves him and wants to see him happy. A little selfish, but very smart. Good at picking up on subtext and helps explain things that go over her brothers' heads when she's with them. Tommy's too because he might be smart, but the man is kinda dumb. Not very organized, but somehow always has what she needs in her giant purse. Very resourceful, knows how to pick locks, and is capable of two types of martial arts.

Hunter Oliver-Skullovitch is 16. He's just trying to get through highschool guys, please let him get through highschool. He's been kidnapped twice, and he really just wants to be left alone. More of a punk than Tommy gets, but Tommy and Skull are supportive of his tastes and choices in life. Unfortunately everybody wants a piece of this kid, and while he's not associated with any color (by sheer force of will), this is not from lack of attempts. Hunter's just very very good at making himself too much of a nuisance to be worth taking. Like his siblings he knows two types of martial arts, can pick locks, knows how to get into vents, knows four ways to get out of ropes and other bindings, and can say "help me I've been kidnapped" in twelve languages. as well as "fire!" and "that's not a human!". He loves monster movies, because the monsters actually seem to pose a challenge. He and Tommy do have an understanding, and Tommy and Skull are both happy to let Hunter have a choice in becoming a ranger. He won't get forced into it, if he does he will do this fully with his eyes open and knowing what he's getting into. He will become a black ranger, when he's around 20, and it will be his choice.

Jason Lee Scott;

They were paired up for a school assignment a little after Tommy was reformed and saved from Rita. It was annoying, especially with Skull being so cagey and Bulk straight up threatening him if he went to the Skullovitch residence or business. When Jason dared, he realized why. And had to get saved from Mrs Skullovitch flirting with him. Which earned Skull a lot of verbal abuse as he pulled Jason far away from the house.

While he found our later she was drunk and had mistaken him for someone older, it was still rather panic inducing. Also embarrassing for the Skullovitch brothers and Bulk. He had to stop Stan apologizing on behalf of her, and understood Bulk’s anger. Jason felt the need to make it up to Skull, and they went from antagonizing each other to friends to semi-secretly dating each other. Everyone knew except Skull’s family. Jason didn’t even know what made him angrier; the fact Skull felt he had to protect Jason, or the fact that he lived in Tommy’s house whenever Tommy’s parents didn’t live there, and Skull’s parents didn’t seem to notice. They have one adopted daughter. Skull’s a guidance counselor at their old high school, and Jason is a karate instructor. Rebecca Scott is actually Stan’s, but Stan died and his girlfriend died in a car crash caused by monster activity, and the newborn was the only survivor. Eugene would have adopted her with or without Jason there. Luckily Jason was there, and Jason fell in instalove with the baby. She was very small and he loved her.

Jason and Skull got married to make it easier for Jason to formally adopt Rebecca, in case something happened and because everyone felt distancing her and Skull from the Skullovitch legacy was the best idea, and this could be accomplished by taking Jason's last name. He was only too happy to do this. He was disinherited by his dad, but it doesn't matter. The guy lost out on getting to know a great kid. Rebecca’s blind from the car accident, and has a dog and a cane to help her around. She’s 15, and nothing stops her. She’s got a lot of caution, but very little outright fear. The power rangers will protect the civilians, and her skills and disability aids help keep her safe as well. She loves to read, and has read every braille book in the library twice. She’s aware her dads are power rangers, and most of her extended family. They’re not going to let anything happen to her. And she’s going to make sure nothing happens to them. Rebecca is opinionated with a very strong sense of right and wrong. She’s actually rather blunt, but tries to be nice about it. She knows her mind and she knows how to direct people, but she hates being in a confrontation. Not associated with a color, but it’d probably be red or bronze if she were.

Trini Kwan;

He kept asking her out until she agreed to go out with him. And actually had a nice time. So she humored him again, and again, it was nice. They weren't seeing seeing each other though, and both of them had their kids around the same time. Skull had Spike, and Trini had Minh, and they liked each other fine and loved each other's kids. They had one more, together. August Kwan. He's thirteen, and a complete introverted social butterfly. He loves showing off and gushing about his interests but he hates dealing with too many people for too long. He's really into piano, like Skull. A composer for video game music sounds like a really fun profession, so maybe when he's older he'll work towards that. But he's thirteen, he's got time. He has a stuffed animal he's been attached to since he was two, is half convinced stuffed animal is sentient, and carries it around in his hoodie or backpack. He's not ready to let it go, and Trini fully understands, supports, and gets this. When he's ready, Banjo the seal plushy, will be put beside her own childhood doll Ticklesneezer. Skull's following along with the gentle parenting; he's a bit out of his depth but he appreciates and loves that their kids are being actively supported. He's working on it, and so far the kids aren't traumatized, so something must be working.

Rito Revulto;

Eugene managed to get him and Bulk out of being turned into chimpanzees by a (justifiably) pissed off Rito by convincing him of a role reversal; Bulk and Skull be the maids, Rito and Goldar act as Bulk and Skull. But this means Goldar and Rito have to commit to the things Bulk and Skull were doing. In this case, junior officers. It is a very weird set up, but Rito likes a challenge, he and Goldar decide it's fair, and the power rangers, Vile, Zordon and Alpha and Rita and Zedd are completely confused, but Rito tends to commit to whatever he sets his mind to, and Goldar has a very specific moral code he lives by and this falls in line with it. Vile occasionally tries to cause the comedy duo to go back on their word so he can get his tool-I mean son-back, but the rangers do step in enough to help them. As does Stone, Ernie, and the others.

Eugene and Rito bond over highly shitty parents and realizing they're very similar. They're both people pleasers whose trauma responses is sarcastic quips and being class clown types. Rito turned Eugene's parents into a couple of dogs, and while he contemplated doing the same to Stan, he simply made sure Stan got a big break in the music scene. He couldn't convince Eugene to leave earth at first, until Eugene got left behind by Bulk. There was really nothing left for him on earth, so Eugene took him up on it. They're pirates, and have their own ship, and their son Elio is the apple of their eye. Elio is 26. He's cunning, fast talking, fast thinking, fast acting and has very little fear. He's as courageous as Skull and Rito try to pretend they are. He's bold, and wicked, but he's a man of his word. He has a devil's lock coloring in his hair. Stark black hair and stark white in streaks has gotten him an affectionate nickname of Skunk, but when he likes someone he asks they call him Elio. He listens to his parents and is completely loyal to them, but not out of fear. They're genuinely good at being leaders of their group, and sort of seen as the father figures of most of the crew. Elio follows his dads because he genuinely loves working for them. He did have a splash of rebelliousness in his teens though. He learned the violin, not the piano. When not pirating, they live on Mirinoi with Bulk. He's been to earth a few times, and loves fucking with JJ Oliver, it's hilarious. Not associated with a color, but he'd happily get to know a certain shade of Green.

Does Bulk especially like the lifestyle choice for his best buddy, best buddy's partner and best buddy's kid? no. Can he deny this is the happiest he's ever seen Skull? also no. He is literally living out a childhood fantasy, and thriving. Billy, however, is this close to losing it and throwing all three in a prison on Aquitar. Skull's not even sure if this is from jealousy or being a power ranger. Or the fact Elio's flirting with every ranger close to his age as a battle tactic. Some more seriously than the others.

a tangential au is where Vile kills his parents and forces Elio to work for him. He did offer him as a valid vessel to Specter, but it didn’t work. This version he does get with JJ, who went undercover on the ship to figure out what exactly happened. They manage to get Elio and the crew out of Vile's clutches safely. Elio goes from being like Rito to a lot more like comic!Skull. Divatox is partly responsible for what happens, having gotten tired of the competition.

Adam Park;

Eugene doesn't believe in himself, but Adam does, did, and always has. They started dating after Adam encouraged him to play the piano in the talent show. Adam loves his music, and they're both encouraging of each other. Aisha is a surrogate for their son, Lukas. Given how close she was to Adam, it was only natural in her mind to offer. She loves him, loves he's found happiness, and when they decided they wanted kids she wanted to help that happiness grow. Lukas Park's 17, plays piano, and volunteers at the animal shelter. Adam's a doctor and while Lukas respects and likes this, he'd rather be a veterinarian. Or, like Skull, a professional classical pianist. They support Lukas with whatever he wants to do or be, and he loves the fact he's not being pressured. Skull once sat him down with a list of every job he's ever done (the list was actually more like an entire manila folder bursting out the sides, it was frankly impressive), a ranking system and how much each profession made. Everything from a cop to a detective to an undercover agent for the government to a waiter at a bar to a judge at a pet show to rockstar to pianist-it was comprehensive and a little overwhelming, but at the end of each profession Skull said if it was what he wanted, he'd be proud. At the end it left Lukas fairly calm and certain no matter what choice he made, it'd be the right choice for him, and his dads would support him in this. not associated with a color

Aisha Campbell;

She asked him out and he thought it was a joke. It wasn't. They found they actually challenge each other in interesting ways. She also hates his mom and her parents love him, so that helped a lot. They've got a daughter, Kensie Campbell. Aged 15. Excitable by nature, is in the drama club. Has a near perfect memory, uses this for shenanigans, mostly when sassing her many many honorary aunts and uncles or annoying villains and monsters. Eugene is so, so proud. Aisha sometimes worries the know it all attitude is going to get her in trouble. However, nothing's happened-yet-and Kensie does seem to slowly be learning how to read the room. She plays piano to help her think. Her favorite is moonlight sonata. It partially annoys Skull, but his favorite composer is Bach, so it's more of a principle thing. Kensie is a soccer player, and has a very close best friend. Skull's getting the "what to in case you're kidnapped by a monster with your best friend" speech ready, just in case a group of crime fighting teenagers with attitude show up. not associated with a color

Zack Taylor;

Zack's always tried to give Bulk and Skull the benefit of the doubt and never felt any true antagonistic feelings to them. Annoyance sure, but he doesn't hate them. Eugene took a while to warm up to Zack though, because nice doesn't mean trustworthy, and the two eventually started dating when Eugene realized no, Zack really is just that sweet. They run an ice cream parlor together and have two adopted kids. Achibald "Archie" Taylor and Marigold "Mari" Taylor.

Archie was adopted in his teens, and while this means he doesn't get to have as much time growing up with Zack and Skull as his dads, he's got the rest of his life with them as his parents, and that's the best thing he's ever heard. He was adopted out of the foster care system at thirteen, and is nineteen. He loves botany and magic tricks. Being a stage magician or professional botanist would be really really cool. He doesn't play piano or dance but he loves watching Zack and loves listening to Eugene practice at night. Is unsure what he wants to do with his life, but inheriting the ice cream parlor would be nice, if the botany or the stage magician thing doesn't work out. is not associated with a color.

Mari was adopted last year. She's fourteen and getting used to living with her brother and her dads. They're kinda weird, but she likes them. It is weird going to a new school in a new town, with a new last name. She doesn't really know what she likes, she's still figuring it out, but she knows she likes it here and that's good enough. She does miss her old friends and home a little, but she is making new friends. Zack and Eugene give her space and understanding, and Archie's been great with advice and settling in. not associated with a color.

Sharkie;

They got together after Bulk left earth, but Sharkie did always prefer Bulk over Skull. They separated, but they're still friends. They have a son, Felix, aged 17, and he's seriously considering dropping out and going on a cross country road trip to find himself. He doesn't know what he wants or who he is. He's a lot like his parents, but he's not sure if that was just trying to make them happy or if he genuinely likes these things. They tried by him, he knows this. He's not even half bad. He just doesn't know if he's supposed to be having a midlife crisis at 17. Will be solar green ranger, and realize he enjoys country-rock (the kind of country rock that talks about murders, curses and being a gunslinger in a loveless land or people randomly turning into crows), has a knack for learning new languages, and likes ballet. He's been in ballet since he was four but so was Sharkie so the confirmation he likes it is nice. Also learns he likes playing piano, genuinely. Also nice. He comes home quite happy and a lot more settled into himself, and Skull and Sharkie are proud of him.

Tasha;

It was a complete accident, and they both feel really weird about it. But they kept the kid. Tuskin "Tusk" Skullovitch is lead singer in a punk band, and a bit of a bully at school. He's brilliant but finds it difficult to apply himself in anything he doesn't find an interest in. He loves puns, and loves confusing people. He likes studying rocks because rock music. It takes people a second. He's been smacked more than once over this, but doesn't mind. Bit clever, bit bored, bit of a troublemaker, bit of a pain in his parent's necks. Eugene does love his kid but wow, he's a little bit of a snot. Eugene's forced him into being a lifeguard over the summer to just-try and get this kid some sort of friendship with someone so he can have an attitude adjustment.

Marleau Eskin;

Surprisingly not the worst. He got her to be less of a bitch in an incident were they were taken together by a monster, and he actually lost his temper and snapped at her. When she tried to deflect by getting him to back down with a challenge (which to be fair normally worked), he raised an eyebrow, took a breath, and let loose. To say she had to do some soul searching after the extremely thorough roast would be putting it mildly. She stopped being as much of a mean girl, and he asked her out to prom. More as a dare, but she said yes. One thing led to another and while they don't talk anymore, they do have joint custody of their son Rusty Eskin. Marleau is the mayor of Angel Grove, Skull is a mechanic. It's kind of a whiplash every other month to go from mayor manor to an apartment over a carshop, but Rusty doesn't mind very much. Marleau's learned to be a lot nicer over the years, and she's a much milder version of herself to her son. Rusty on his part likes being at the carshop almost more than the manor, but it's less to do with Marleau and more to do with he hates the reputation he gets with "the mayor's son" and much prefers getting his hands dirty on a car with his dad. He likes problem solving, and fixing things. He likes shop class and he built his own motorcycle for one of the classes. He got his license and he's promised both parents he'll be careful. And he has been. He's also orange turbo ranger. This suits him more than fine.

Candice/Zelya;

Candice told him the truth about who she was, and to put it mildly, he was hurt. He had to put his foot down and tell her he needed to think about it. He really needed to think about what he was going to be doing, and what they were going to be. She waited, and he came back. And was accepting of it, mainly because she'd bit the bullet and been honest. However he had ground rules. She couldn't lie to him, if they had a kid (because things happen) the kid was going to be co-parented and if she wanted to raise future kids as an Eltaran fine but either they spent time on earth or Skull lived with them, or they did the best they could on earth. She was just grateful he was willing to try. Bulk eventually forgave her, when she went against her commander and stopped being the Bronze Guardian for the sake of her relationship with Skull. She fought in the Eltaran War against the Eltarans. While she was captured with the intent of re-educating, she was rescued by Jason and Billy.

They have a daughter, and Spike. Their daughter is Zephyr Skullovitch. she's sixteen, and she and Spike do get taught Eltaran tradition, as much as possible, on earth. Zephyr's got the Z name as she resembles Zelya more in a lot more ways. Spike's got more human dna here, but his sister's blue as a blueberry. Zephyr is best described as 'prickly' or 'grumpy' and the only person who gets her to smile is her brother. The pink ranger tries, but keeps striking out. Zelya wants to be an interdimensional diplomat, and travel universe to universe and see everything. She wants to see everything, know everything, experience everything. Intense, bull headed, one track minded, and has an almost destructive lack of self worth and imposter syndrome. almost. She might not believe in herself but her brother and her parents do. And the pink ranger chick. possibly. Zephyr is not associated with a color.

Matthew Cook;

Matt dives head first into the villain persona, and is happily doing so. He's thriving. Until he's forced into an ultimatum; save Bulk and Skull from certain death by the hands of Goldar, or vanquish the Solar Rangers. Against his better judgment, he saves Bulk and Skull. Skull, unfortunately for timing wise, had said he'd kiss whoever saved their lives minutes before Matt saved them. He's a man of his word, but he also punched him in the mouth immediately after. Matt's confused as hell. So instead of chasing after Kim, begins chasing after Skull because what was THAT. This leads to a very weird redemption arc because Matt has realized 2 things; he likes being kissed by Skull and he does not want Skull mad at him anymore. Cut to fifteen years later; they've got a kid of their own and no actual idea how they got there really. But, they're happy, don't hate each other's guts, their kid's thriving, it's all good. The entire empire of evil absolutely hates them though and Matt somehow managed to get himself on the shit list of Thor. As long as he doesn't go out while it's thunderstorming he should be fine.

Their son is ten, his name is Jude Cook. Jude is one of the weirdly luckiest kids alive. He's survived an insane amount of attempts on his life, falls, kidnappings, and things he should otherwise not survive. His parents have stopped asking how. Loki helped give them a son, which is partly why Thor's pissed, so they've at this point accepted demigod baby is just gonna do what a demigod baby do. It's probably for the best. Spike's his older brother, and is training with Loki to be some sort of spirit of shapeshifting mischief. They both love causing mild trouble. Like Skull, Jude's got a fear of flying which makes things a little interesting. Skull's got his sons and his partner on a very very strict promise; if the shenanigans could cause an enemy of something power, walk away. Walk far away. Neptune exists. We don't want to get on the bad side of Neptune.

in a tangential version, Billy coparents with the two, and studies demigod ten year old, and deals with the Norse gods being in his business. At the very least nobody's been sucked into Ares' prison jar, so that's good.

*Bonus Poly of Billy Cranston, Matt Cook, and Eugene Skullovitch has all above children mentioned. They live in a large house, Eugene's a famous rockstar and restaurant chain owner, and they actually use every room in said house. In this version they met via Matt asking the only person he knew with experience in bdsm for some help with his newly realized kinks; Skull's payment was pizza nights and then Billy got dragged in because he was certain Matt was abusing Skull, but realized it was fine, actually. And fun.

Au Grandchildren:

Prince Olympius;

Eugene and Bulk got dragged to hell, once, and found a little child demon who needed protection as much as they themselves did. The two survived long enough in the dimension with the kid to be rescued by Olympius and Spike. Olympius and Spike, though having known each other when they were younger, reconnected over this. Olympius named the kid Petrichor, and he was later given the nickname Pepper by the mystic red ranger Nick. Pepper is a fifteen year old power ranger, though he got his morpher when he was thirteen. His team is a team of nonhumans who all have unusual rare colors, with the exception of their sixth ranger, Deena, who is a human and a white ranger. Although Pepper is a demon that water can hurt, he is an aquaphile. He loves the ocean, he loves water planets, he loves the rain, and one day wants to study marine biology. Chipper, smart, but generally as easy going as Spike is. He is the crown prince, but knows he’s only in the position because he was adopted into it, and tries very hard to be a good prince. Be diplomatic, be strategic, have all the answers. One day he’s going to be depended on, and he needs to perfect it now. Olympius has cautioned him that even he hasn’t figured it all out, so Pepper’s going to be fine in that eventuality. Just so long as he tries, and he does. Pepper is the indigo ranger.

Mia Watanabe;

So that summer was…eventful. Skull got a grandson and a daughter in law in one fell swoop. He also moved to Panorama City because daughter in law was also a pink ranger and no, he’s not stupid. Rangers should stick to their cities with their teams. Plus Ji was making a stink and they found it easier to just smooth ruffled feathers than deal with him. Spike and Mia have one daughter. Ai Skullovitch lives with Skull while Mia and Spike are at school. She’s eight years old, and Skull loves her. Spike and Mia also dote on their daughter. The kid happens to be taste blind like Mia and feeding her and having her help in the kitchen’s always eventful. While Ji doesn’t spend much time with Ai he does give her presents and training. Neither Mia nor Spike want Ai to be a power ranger. At least. Not a Samurai Ranger, so things from Ji tend to get screened to make sure training and gifts are appropriate. Skull kinda likes being a grandpa.

Lauren Shiba;

Spike and Lauren literally had to go into hiding, and are currently holed up under assumed names with their kid. The little cabin property on the edge of a small tourist ski town in Idaho never came in so much handy for Skull. He was able to help them, and they and the four year old are riding this out up there till the drama dies down. Lauren and Spike got very good at training together, and got very close. However life got in the way for a while. Lauren had taken some time from everything to do some soul searching and finding herself, and Spike was doing a music tour. Mica is not an accident, but he's not approved of at all by Ji and the rest. Skull, however, loves him, and loves his son, and is trying to help them so the kid doesn't have to live his entire life in hiding. Mica's got brown hair, but otherwise looks a lot like Skull and Spike, which is a good thing. "Sam" and "Isabelle" are making the best of it, and are planning on homeschool if things don't change soon. Or chancing moving to Angel Grove. Skull just wants them to be happy and safe, and at least he's not alone in that.

[piggycyberwarrior]

What nicknames the Arcane characters would give you //HC

Summary: What nicknames the Arcane Characters would give you. And what nicknames you would give them

Includes: Ekko, Vi, Silco, Jinx

a/n: Jinx’ is a little short. Daily reminder that your special and I love youu

Warnings: none

Ekko:

I think he would stick with the normal couple names like babe, baby ect. 

but he would also call you "firefly" or "sunshine" when you are alone.

You on the other hand.... hehehe..... 

“Hey Mister Man! Do you need anything? I'm going grocery shopping  now." 

“What?” 

“I. Am. going. grocery. shopping. do. you. need. something, cookie kiss?”

you call him names like: “Macho Mack”, “Noodle doodle”, “Nutter butter” “cutie patootie” (last ones my fav)

Sometimes he just chuckles from the hilarious nicknames, but he loves them. Also that you are so creative about that.

Vi:

it is logical that vi calls you cupcake or sweet cheeks. 

that's what she had called you even before you were together

i think vi is with someone who holds her back when she gets into another fight

like a mother figure (my opinion...) 

So I think that she likes it when you call her nicknames like: “sweetie”, “Blub”, or “Pumpkin”

“Hey Love, could you pass me the salt please?” “mhmmm, if I get a kiss.” she slyly said. you chuckled. “Of course sweetie.”

Silco:

Silco, silco, silco.

He would definitely call you names like: beloved, darling or love (i want thaattttt!!)

he started it when you accidentally hurt yourself once and he patched you up-

"this is going to hurt a little bit, darling." "What, what did you call me?" “Darling?” 

Y/n EXE. has stopped working. 

“Love why is your nose bleeding? Here, a tissue.” silco said concerned

;) 

until then, you didn't think he would use nicknames. he was always so serious. So you started doing that too

“Mhmmm.” groaned silco pleasantly as you played with his hair.

“I love you, Handsome.” God you dont know how much he loves hearing that from you.

Jinx:

jinx would give you some crazy nicknames

Pudding Pop, cuddly-wuddly, snookums everything out of the ordinary

“Snookums? Ah here you are! Look what I found!!” she giggled as she showed you what she found on a mission.

“Mhm? Oh thats cool, Ducky!” 

you, on the other hand, like to call her names like: Ducky, Bee, Birdie.

She really likes them and is deeply offended when you call her by her real name. 

No shit, She then sulks like a toddler

[kindheart525]

Blue had met Varmint’s family and now it was Varm’s turn to get acquainted with hers. They already seemed to have opinions about her relationship and not all of them were positive, but Blue Velvet didn’t really care about that anymore. Her Venny was part of the family whether they welcomed her or not.

The family was responding quite well to Blue’s new love. Her parents were, of course, thrilled that another one of their girls was dating an Apple, spending the whole time asking her how her folks were doing and whatnot. Even Cedar was being civil, engaging with Varmint politely and even laughing along sometimes. 

Violet was welcoming her best of all; she spent the whole time seated next to Varmint, hanging on her every word no matter how nervous she was to be meeting somepony new.

“You really work with snakes? You’re so brave, I...I could never do that as my job! Don’t they bite?”

“Not if you treat ‘em right.”

Varmint smiled warmly.

“You can meet one of ya like.”

“Yes baby! Show her Susie Lou!”

“Well if you insist.”

The mare turned to Violet at her girlfriend’s urging.

“Ya wanna?”

Violet’s heart jumped into her throat, she was terrified yet also kind of thrilled. Something in her trusted Varmint, somehow she knew the mare would never let her get hurt. The fact that she checked in on her boundaries like that confirmed it for her. None of Blue’s other lovers really did that.

So she nodded shakily, and Varmint quickly leaned down to pull a small terrarium from under the couch.

Cedar was quick to yell out in horror.

“Wait, you brought a SNAKE? Come here Violet, don’t touch it!”

Blue was about to defend her girlfriend when their father spoke up.

“Now calm down Cedar, she’s a professional.”

“As long as Vi wants to, right sweetie?”

Their mother added.

“Yes...yes, I do want to.”

Cedar opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it, embarrassed that her own little sister had proved her wrong.

“Then say howdy to Susie Lou!”

In Varmint’s hooves was the tiniest little snake that Violet had ever seen. She had expected a huge, terrifying boa so she was pleasantly surprised. It immediately put her at ease.

“H-howdy!”

Susie Lou started stretching closer to Violet’s face and she couldn’t help but be terrified despite how tiny she was, turning her face away in fear.

Varmint noticed this right way as she uttered words of encouragement.

“Don’t you fret, she’s just a lil’ garter! She don’t bite!”

At this reassurance she turned back to face the slithery creature and got a surprise as she licked her right on the nose!

“AWW! She likes you Vi!”

Blue squealed, almost choked up at the adorable scene before her.

“Hehe, it tickles!”

The filly giggled, reaching out to pet the snake. Then she stopped.

“Can I?”

Varmint nodded.

“‘Course ya can. You can even hold her if you like. I’ll make sure she don’t try anything funny, either way you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”

Violet reached out her hooves to hold Susie Lou, feeling so brave she was surprised at herself. But it felt right with Varmint there.

“I know. I trust you.”

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Previous: Penchant Next: Snakelet

Background by EvilFrenzy

[kittyt-hexxed]

Dearest KittyT, mad genius that you are, I must ask: do you have any pet name headcanons for my special lil murder gals (Ellie and Abby)? See, I headcanon that Ellie is a typical "babe" person. Abby, however, seems like she'd get more into it and give you the most ridiculous nickname possible, as evidenced by her calling Lev a "goober". I personally think she'd call her s/o something outlandish like "honeybunches" or "snookums".

Okay, so, I actually have opinions about this. I'm going to write what they'd say other than "babe" or "baby" since those are a given. I think Abby is like Vi who gives these silly affectionate names to her significant other. They’re meant to be playful, get you to laugh, and it just shows her personality. Ellie is not as silly when it comes to nicknames. Let’s be real, she was raised by our beloved Texan cowboy, Joel. She’s got a more southern spin on her pet names.

Abby Pet Names:

Toots

Cutie Butt

Cutie Patootie

Honey Bee

Cuddle Bear

Hot Mama - Used as a compliment when she thinks you’re looking extra sexy

Bubbles

Sugar Lips

Stud Muffin - She only uses this one when she can hug you from behind and playfully purr it in your ear

Sugar Tits

Ellie Pet Names:

Sunshine

Sweetie Pie

Sweet Pea

Darlin’ - This is what she says the most

Peaches

Sugar

Princess

Hun

Baby Doll or Doll - Tends to say this when she's horny or during sex

Lovebug

[snowmortesimps]

F/M/K with Violet, Sherry, and MC

(I genuinely can't find the original post that inspired this, so I deeply apologize for not tagging the original poster. If it's your Imagine, please let me know so I can add you!! )

But this is a fun little imagine playout inspired by a post I'd seen the other day and felt the need to elaborate the scene~

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The girls are hanging out in Snow’s room, just enjoying each other’s company...

Snow: Want to play a game we played back home?

Sherry: What sort of game?

Violet: Did you bring it with you to the Academy?

Snow: It’s not a physical game, Vi. Sherry, I cannot stress this enough, but please forgive me for the language, but it’s called Fuck, Marry, Kill...

Sherry: (Blushes) Oh my!

Violet: (Laughs) What a name for a game! But it certainly sounds intriguing.

Sherry: Agreed! But do tell us more about it.

Snow: Okay, so the rules are simple...Someone lists off three people, and whoever is asked says who they would fuck, who they would marry, and who they would kill from the names mentioned. It’s more fun when you give a reason for why you chose your answers.

Violet: Oh, this should be amusing!

Sherry: Yes, let us play this game! Snow, would you like to go first?

Snow: Alright, so to get us started, Violet, F/M/K...Lance, Toa, and....Fenn?

Violet: (Recoils but giggles) So...I’d sleep with Lance...because I would bet he would have such a beautiful body under those disheveled clothes...Marry Toa, because he’s actually quite kindhearted when he wants to be...but I’d kill Fenn just because it’s Fenn.

Sherry: (Giggles wildly and nods in agreement) Oh, absolutely! However do you handle being Master Fenn’s valet truly shows your high tolerance.

Snow: (Giggling, too) I couldn’t have said it better, but I’m sure Fenn would make a good fuck-buddy. So now it’s your turn to ask one of us.

Violet: Alright, Sherry, fuck, marry, kill....Jasper, Grayson, Rio?

Sherry: (Squeaks) I...uh...Sleep with Grayson...because I’d trust him not to hurt me...I would marry Rio because he’s just the biggest sweetheart in the world and he’s so tall and strong...but Jasper would meet his end.

Snow: (Points at Sherry, giggling) YES!

Sherry: (Blushing) Alright, Snow...Master Dia, Master Lynt, or Heasmaster Lou?

Snow: O_O You’re gonna make me choose between Lynt or Dia?! Can I not have them both?!

Violet: We may be new to the game, but I’m assuming that is against the rules of the game, sweetie.

Snow: (Pouts) Fair enough...Okay...so I’d absolutely fuck Dia into the mattress! That man can GET IT...All day, every day!

Sherry and Violet: (Laughing and nods, gesturing her to go on)

Snow: I’d marry Lynt because he’s just so affectionate and sweet, and I want someone with the same love language as me...I do love all the cuddles...but Lou...I’d do him, too, but compared to my boys, he’s on the chopping block.

Sherry: You and Lynt would make such a beautiful couple, Snow!

Violet: Definitely, but if you were to keep Dia on the side, your ‘oops’ babies would be the most beautiful creatures ever!

Snow: I love how you are both okay with me offing the Headmaster in favor of banging the Akedian cousins. (Laughs) Alright, so Sherry, back to you...Guy...Tino...or the bee from A Bee Story?

Violet: Wait! We can choose fictional characters too?!

Snow: Of course! It’s a game for the imagination, after all.

Sherry: I’m sorry, but Master Guy is not on the table to invade my love life...He is just not my type at all...so...I guess Tino would be my husband...

Violet: Hold on...!

Snow: (Blurts out) So you’d fuck the bee?!

Sherry: (Dies a little inside) I don’t want to hurt him!

All: (Falls on the floor in a fit of giggles)

[astrofishassist]

Oh no. It'd be like fighting a hyperenergetic child, except she can punch just as hard if not harder than I can! (I'm not very strong...)

Fortunately vi doesn't regularly think about where best to strike a human to debilitate them, unlike myself, so I'd have an advantage there, vi really tends to not be actively malicious so I doubt she'd pull anything too mean. Still, that energy...

In the end though it doesn't matter, because I don't think I'd have the heart to gouge out vi's eyes. She's a real sweetie! And yeah, I know they'd grow back, and yeah, she'd probably forgive me if she knew I thought it was life or death, but I can only imagine the look of betrayal on her face... crying and rubbing at her eyes furiously...

Poor baby...

Oh, and az'd kill me if I did. Like no questions asked, snap my neck. Then the timeline would split and they'd no longer have murdered me, but still, there's no way I'm "winning" by any measure. In a clean fight vi wins, in a dirty fight I'm getting shanked right after... yeah.

No, instead let me hold her close and give her all the hugs she deserves because I know how much trauma she has that she blatantly ignores. Tell her it's okay. Give her candy and let her sleep on my couch/ take my bed. Give her the attention she deserves, brush her hair- all the fluffy stuff you'd do for a traumatized blorbo.

you have to fistfight your tumblr pfp. do you think you’d win

[braveclementine]

Returning Home

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

This one was a little better. It's much darker blue than I was hoping and I would actually switch the colours. Replace the gold with ice blue and the dark blue with gold. But other than that, I mean it looks a lot better than the other one it originally made. 

🌝😯 𝐒𝓣ᵒ𝐑𝕐 🏇🌛

They stayed for a while, until Steve and Bucky walked in on Elizabeth and Loki sleeping in a bath of ice together to stay cold, and it was decided that they should return to the states and back to the Avengers Tower.

Besides the weird tracking dinosaurs, there was nothing else that had troubled them on their vacation and Penny was excited to get back to work. She had missed the Avengers that had stayed behind like Scott, Hope, and her parents. As well as T'Challa and the Asgardians.

She was also missing Heimdall, who hadn't been down to see them in a long while. Loki had explained privately that Heimdall didn't want to see Elizabeth, because he loved her to much to see her looking at him without love.

Penny wasn't sure that was the smartest move on the all-seeing Gods' part. She felt it would be better for him to establish a connection with her soon. Especially with Mateo growing up without his father.

But Penny didn't say anything. She remembered what Elijah had said about a powerful memory could bring Elizabeth's memories back. Maybe. . . just maybe, Heimdall knew something they didn't.

She collapsed on top of her bed on her face, groaning. She barely got two seconds of peace before Natasha had thrown the door wide open and was collapsing on her bed as well.

"Cuddle me." Natasha demanded, laying on her side, her stomach protruding largely.

Penny rolled over on her back and then let Natasha lay in her arms. "What's up sweetheart?"

"I have jet lag and I want you to hold me." Natasha demanded, not opening her eyes.

Penny chuckled at that. "Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite. I love you"

🧘‍♀️🫰 ＴⒾ𝓶ε ŜкⒾⓟ 🚿🤟

"Hey," Violetta said softly as Penny walked into the Italian Black Widow's bedroom. She was curled up on the bed, watching Bones on her laptop, eating Cherry Cordial Ice-cream. She was wearing a purple tube top so that nothing was covering her large baby bump, and her hair was pulled back in a loose bun. She looked tired as well.

Penny was holding Chamber in her arms and smiled at the girl, coming over and gently easing herself onto the bed. "Hey."

She felt Violetta rest her head on her shoulder, snuggling into the albino woman. Penny gently placed Chamber on the bed so that she could help Violetta get comfortable in her lap, and then picked Chamber up once more.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Penny asked softly, using her free hand to rub soothing circles on Violetta's back.

"Mmm, okay." Violetta hummed, putting the ice-cream aside and snuggling into her more. "I'm a little worried though. There's still roughly three months, but I think I'm getting contractions. I- I don't. . ." Her voice wobbled. "I don't want to lose my baby."

"Vi. . ." Penny said softly, looking down to capture the worried, almost panicked look in her brown eyes.

"I mean. . . I don't know how to do this." Violetta's voice sounded choked. "Like, Bruce has never had a kid. We don't know what the Hulk gene is going to do. What if. . . I can't lose this baby Penny. I can't."

"It's okay." Penny said, letting her hand rub Vi's shoulders again. "They're just Braxton Hicks contractions. You can get them up to 20 weeks before you're due. You're okay Vi. And if you're still worried, let's go down to the lab and ask Stephen or Dr. Cho or Bruce to run tests. You don't have to be scared alone."

Vi nodded, fingers tightening a little on Penny's shirt. "I'm sorry."

Penny giggled, "There's nothing to be sorry for silly. I'm happy you confided in me. Now, what do you want to do?"

"Let's. . . I want a professional to tell me everythings okay." Violetta breathed out. "I just need to know for sure, one hundred percent, that I'm not losing this baby."

"Okay." Penny said softly, picking Chamber up in one arm again, sliding her fingers through Vi's. "Come on. I'll go with you."

"Thanks." Violetta said sniffing. "Give me a second."

Penny smiled endearingly, watching Violetta wiped under her eyes, checking her face in the mirror.

"You don't have to hide your emotions." Penny whispered softly.

"Natasha can." Violetta said simply, patting under her eyes with a tissue. "And I want to be just like her."

"She's your role model?" Penny asked softly.

"Always has been, even when I was in the red room. She was famous, amongst us. The best Black Widow that the KBG had. I dreamed that I could be just like her. I. . ." Violetta sighed. "I performed my missions perfectly, killed so easily, because I hoped they would put me on a team with her. I climbed ranks faster at the age of thirteen than anyone ever had in the Italian red room. I was the prized assassin."

Penny stood up now, coming up behind the Italian and hugging her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder, letting her talk.

"I took countless lives and for what? Good people, bad people, it doesn't matter anymore. I've killed so many people. . ." Tears leaked from Violetta's eyes again and she buried her face in her hands. "For what? Simply so I could meet someone. For selfish gain. I don't know anything about the people. Wives, Husbands, soulmates, children, families, pets. . ."

"Vi." Penny said firmly, coming around to the front now, cupping her face with her free hand. "It's in the past now. All you can do now is continue to move forward. Just keep walking. Now, you work to save lives." Penny kissed her gently on the lips. "Now, come."

Penny took Violetta's hand once more, this time not waiting for her to dry her face. Violetta went with her easily and the two of them went down to the lab.

"Hey Penny, Vi." Tony greeted them, barely looking up for a second before back down on his robot. Trang was fast asleep on the couch in the corner of the room, a blanket over her body, her glasses on the side table. Bruce immediately looked up from where he was working, walking around the table to approach them.

"Vi?" Bruce asked in concern and Penny let Bruce fold Violetta into his arms, "What's wrong honey?"

Vi sniffed and Penny said, "We just want to check and make sure the baby is healthy. She said she's getting painful contractions and she's worried. I think their just Braxton Hicks, but we want a professional opinion."

Tony was paying attention now, leaning on the box, a wrench still in his hand. "Trangs got the same thing going on. I thought maybe it was a side-effect from the magical pregnancy stuff. I talked to Thor about it and he said they're Braxton Hicks. But I can still call Stephen up and he can give you a check up?"

Violetta just nodded and it didn't take long for the Wizard to show up and ease Violetta's concerns in under ten minutes.

Violetta surprised Penny by bursting into tears and immediately hiding her face in her hands, even turning her shoulders towards the guys as though to hide from them.

"Ah Vi." Bruce said softly, hugging her from behind, resting his lips on the top of her head. Trang was starting to stir on the couch now as well.

"Hey." Penny said softly, taking Vi's hand into her own.

"Sorry. Hold on. One second." Violetta muttered, mopping furiously at her face.

"Miele!" Natasha's voice suddenly sounded through the room and Penny looked up to see the red head near sprinting- as best she could while pregnant- over to Violetta's side. Penny smiled to herself, noting that Natasha had spoken Italian in her concern, not Russian.

"Wait, no." Violetta hiccupped, trying to hide her face from Natasha now, rubbing under her eyes furiously. "I'm sorry."

"Stupida." Natasha said fondly, sitting on the other side of Violetta. Tony and Stephen both retreated to Trang's side, whispering quietly to her. Penny sat at the foot of the examination table. "You don't have to hide your emotions."

"I'm not weak." Violetta muttered, wiping her eyes once more, looking frustrated.

Natasha brushed her fizzy brown hair back from Violetta's face. "No, you're not weak Мед." Nat slipped back into her Russian nickname fondly. "Showing emotions is never weak."

"You don't." Violetta huffed, covering her eyes with her hands now, since the tears wouldn't stop.

Natasha was silently for a long time and then finally whispered. "It's not a sign of strength that I don't show emotions. It's a sign of fear. Fear to show my emotions because. . . I mean I don't have to tell you what they do in the red room." Nat pulled Violetta into her arms.

Penny felt hands on her shoulders and looked up to see Stephen behind her. He kissed the top of her head. She tilted back a little to kiss his cheek and then motioned to Chamber, who he took silently in his arms.

"I want to show my emotions." The Russian said to the Italian. "You're so much stronger than me, to be able to do so."

Bruce very slowly wrapped Violetta in his arms, pulling her into him from behind, while Natasha hugged her from the front. Stephen slipped his hand into Penny's and she allowed him to lead her from the room, the two of them heading upstairs on the elevator.

"You okay?" Stephen asked softly, raising her hand to kiss the back of it.

Penny looked up at him and smiled gently. "I love watching everyone make progress. I don't know, something about seeing Violetta and Natasha open up to each other little by little excites me."

Stephen chuckled then as the doors opened. He lifted Chamber a little more in his other arm and then said jokingly. "No wonder you and Elijah get along so well."

Penny giggled, the two of them settling on the couch. She leaned on the arm of the couch and watched as Stephen cooed softly into Chamber's ear, making orange butterflies dance on his fingers while Chamber giggled.

Penny felt eyes and looked up to see the God of mischief leaning against the wall, a small, secret smile hidden behind his fingers as he watched his soulmate with the little boy. Loki looked up, meeting Penny's eyes and winked, but stayed quiet.

"Are you going to join us or watch from the kitchen?" Stephen chuckled without looking over. Penny glanced between the two, slightly surprised, as she hadn't seen Stephen look at Loki.

Loki sauntered over, rolling his eyes playfully, scooping Chamber out of Stephen's arms, settling on the floor by Stephens' feet with him. "One day I'll sneak up on you."

Stephen chuckled, reaching down so that he could place his hand on his head. He reached his other arm over, placing his hand on Penny's upper thigh. His fingers rubbed the inside of her thigh slowly. Penny shivered a little at the sensation.

Penny rested against the couch, watching Loki cradle Chamber in his arms. There was a tenderness to which he held the child and Penny tilted her head a little. "Lokes? Are you. . . okay?"

Loki sighed and Stephen ran his fingers through the long black locks again in a comforting way. "I had a daughter once."

Penny blinked in surprise, but said nothing. Loki got up off the floor, sitting down on the couch, keeping his eyes only on Chamber.

"It was many, many years ago. She would be. . . thirty-seven I believe in human years. She wasn't actually mine, but I raised her. I. . ." Loki drifted off again. "I never wanted to raise her. I just. . ." Loki shook his head, looking off at the wall.

Penny reached over, squeezing his hand, "It's okay Loki."

"I just wish I had done better." Loki sighed, now meeting her eyes. "I swear I will do right by all of our children Penny. I will be the best father possible, I promise."

Penny smiled and Stephen smiled affectionately at him. "Just be yourself with the kids Lokes." Penny whispered softly. "That's the best you and the best father version of you. Being yourself. You can't do anything about the past, but you can do right by the future."

She leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

"Now then," She whispered softly, wanting to help him forget. "How about we head on upstairs, lay Chamber down for a nap, and then fool around in the bed?"

Loki cupped her face softly, seeming to be looking into her soul. "I'm not saying no but. . . " He hesitated, looking anxious.

"Bubs." Stephen said softly, "What do you want?"

"I kind've. . ." Loki looked away, blushing furiously as though embarrassed, "Kind've just want to lay in bed with you two and Chamber. I kind've just want to watch him for a little bit. And just. . ."

"Cuddle." Stephen finished, kissing his cheek. "Then that's what we do. Penny?"

Penny smiled, kissing Loki again. "I love it."