#where did she learn to fake documents???

[szollibisz]

I know a lot of people hc that Curt can't cook but I present you with my evidence on why he's the best cook out of every saf character:

Mrs. Mega raised him as a single mother during the great depression. That I'm pretty sure is canon.

This would mean she had to work a lot to keep them afloat

Which would lead to Curt having to be alone a lot as a kid

He tried to cook home alone, but nearly set the kitchen on fire multiple times

Mrs. Mega banned him from the kitchen and also couldn't teach him to cook, because she didn't have the time nor is she the best cook herself

Curt not liking being told to not do something started cooking a lot, both for himself and his mom

Over time he got good, like really good

(He started baking too although he wasn't as successful in that)

It went from cooking just to eat warm food everyday to a sort of thank you for his mom for doing so much

All in all he was quite the problem child getting bad grades, getting into fights etc so this was one of the few ways he felt he could make it up to her

Anytime Mrs. Mega saw her favourite food on the table when she got home she knew Curt fucked up big time

It became a sort of tradition for him to apologize by making dinner, even if he never gave a verbal apology or fully admitted to doing something wrong

this tradition carried over to his other relationships and other occasions

He makes dinner every time him and Owen can visit each other in their homes, He cooks soup every time someone he loves is sick, on missions where he can't make full meals he'll still find the time to make tea or coffee for Owen (He once tried to give Cynthia cookies. She nearly killed him, because she doesn't trust any food or drinks made by anyone but her... or Susan)

Anyways yeah I'm very passionate about this headcanon. This man will literally do anything but say how he feels

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you please do some headcanons of Stanley being fake married to Fords’ assistant. They had to put up this charade for 30 years to convince people he was Stanford and “Mr. And Mrs. Mystery would bring in way more business!” Dipper and Mabel see her as a mother figure and Mabel likes to plan out their dates because she firmly believes they don’t go on ENOUGH of them. While they’re both on one of these said dates they realize “wait…do I actually like you??” (Slow burn is indeed 30 years slowwwww)

This is so fucking long oh my fucking god-I’m actually going to have to make a part two or something. This is just too long.

Part two here

When you and Ford first arrived at Gravity Falls a lot of people were under the impression that you were a married couple, where they got that preposterous idea form neither of you had single clue but as hard as you and Ford tried to disprove their claims, insisting they you were just platonic partners and nothing more.

It only seemed to give them more reason to assume that there was something more going on between you both. So in the end you both elected to ignore it as Gravity Falls was a small unknown, sleepy town that wasn’t on any recorded map that you chalked it down to them needing something to gossip about to spare them of how boring their lives were. But you and Ford knew others wise and saw Gravity Falls as a treasure trove of information regarding the mysterious and the unknown, it was the main reasons you started this partnership to begin with after all.

But things were quick to fall apart just as it seemed you were getting closer to what you knew was the truth as Ford made a deal with a triangular demon known as Bill, easily swayed by his tricks and even more so by his constant repetition that Ford should ‘trust no one’ not even you, his assistant. Naturally it caused a rift between the two of you as you were sick and tired of having to try and reassure Ford- who was slowly succumbing to paranoia- that you weren’t in any way shape or threat to his research. Even bringing up how you both spend hours on end documenting mushrooms, fungi and others of a similar vein when you both first moved to Gravity Falls.

However this tactic didn’t work in your favour unfortunately as one thing lead to another and you were left helpless as you watched Ford get pulled into the portal that his brother -Stanley- had accidentally pushed him into during their squabble, watching as it seemingly closed forever.

You wanted to be mad at Stanley, you really did but the man had just lost his brother, his twin brother seemingly forever due to his own actions. So instead you eased off of him and offered to help him with reopening the portal in order to get Ford back, while also giving a triangle demon a piece of your mind for taking advantage of your overachiever of a friend. Ford being lost seeing forever hurt you just as badly as it hurt Stanley and you would do anything and everything if it meant seeing your friend again.

That and probably scold him for ever thinking that a deal with demon would ever go down well without some sort of hidden agenda, for if a deal sounds too good to be true then it might as well be. Something you’ve learned from Stan, whom you leaned was an expert conman who conned people for a living in order to get by. You didn’t necessarily saw it as a good thing to do, living off of the nativity of people and their gullible natures, but you didn’t have much of a choice when Stan assumed the identity of his twin and even has the audacity to lean into the town’s assumptions of you and Ford being married.

‘But we’re not married!’ You spat, letting go of Stan’s hand when you got home after a trip into town, all that effort you and Ford tried in order for people to stop assuming your relationship was ruined in one fell swoop, was this town really that desperate that they’d deeply get involved in someone’s life like?

(Yes the answer was yes)

‘I know that and you know that, but they don’t have to know that. Think about all the money we could make off of this! They’d be eating out of the palm of our hands!’ Stan replied with a smile while you could only scoff, not understanding how this was Ford’s twin brother when the two were only alike in the physical sense rather then anything else.

‘Is that all you see this as? An opportunity to capitalise on their naivety? Their gullibility and for what? A quick buck?’ You argued back as you sat yourself down at the table in the kitchen and rested your head in your hands. ‘They’ll catch on eventually.’ You added sombrely as Stan could only watch you and feel a slight pan in his chest at seeing you upset and at a loss, completely the opposite of the person you were when standing next to Ford.

‘Listen toots, I know this isn’t how you expected things to go-‘

‘You think?’ You shot back, glaring at him as he held up his hands.

‘-but there’s no other option for us other then to keep the charade up until we can reopen that stupid portal and get my brother back.’ Stan then tested the waters by planing his hand atop of your own, felling you flinch slightly at the contact before relaxing when you felt his thumb rub your knuckles comfortingly. ‘But until then we’ve got to see this through until the end and hey maybe you’ll come to like me one day!’ He then adds with a smile but you couldn’t help but scoff.

‘Yeah right, the day I come to enjoy your company Stanley Pines is the day I enter an early grave.’ You replied but there was no malice in your voice like there was before and in that moment it felt like things were okay, even if it was brief but it was enough for you to want to take Stanley up on his word and see it through to the end.

Flash forward 30 years and you and Stanley were still going strong with the whole ‘fake marriage’ thing and to Stan’s credit a business ran by a married couple did work wonders on the paying public, most of whom would find more intrigue about how you two met more so then about the fake attractions that Stan tried to have them believe as things that once existed.

‘A unicorn made out of corn? Really Stan?’ You’d whisper to him as you forced a smile while clinging onto his arm while the dumb tourists took their pictures of the supposed unicorn made out of corn. ‘That has to be your worst one yet.’

‘Trust the process sweetheart, trust the process and watch as these idiots throw their money at the first ‘weird’ thing they see. They never stop to question its credibility and that’s what we bank on most.’ Stan replied before pressing a kiss to your forehead, something he always did to keep the facade alive and fresh, along with pulling you into his side by your waist and gloating about you and all your academic achievements to anyone with ears.

You hated how much he seemingly remembered about you that almost had you rethinking everything you know about this man. But then you stop to constantly reminded yourself that Stan only remembered these parts about you because he needed material to keep your story consistent and without any falling potholes, the man knew how to cover his bases that was for sure, and yet that didn’t stop you from feeling seen whenever Stan bragged about how smart his spouse was.

That’s the one thing that you mentally thanked him for. He didn’t make you play into stereotypes or change anything remotely about yourself to fit his narrative, he let you be the smart and intelligent spouse while he played the man who was happy to snag you before anyone else could and had been riding the high ever since. It was…sweet in a way that you couldn’t describe.

When Mabel and Dipper came to Gravity Falls they were naturally skeptical on whether they should stay with you and Stan, but soon enough did they warm up to you when you could match Dipper in terms of intelligence and treated Mabel with nothing but kindness and encouragement of her creativity. That and the fact that you could sway Stan into letting them do whatever by placing your hand on his bicep and bating your eyes at him.

‘Let the kids have fun, you were quite the troublemaker when you were their age.’ You told him as you played devils advocate for the kids going to the movies and Stan sighed before reluctantly agreeing to your terms.

‘Fine, fine.’ He says before pointing at you. ‘You owe me for this though honey.’

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. ‘And how can I do that?’ You asked.

‘How about you both go on a date!’ Mabel exclaimed from across the table as she pulls out a blindingly glittery and sparkly binder that had written across the front: Mabel’s date plans for Grunkle Stan and great aunt/Grunkle/ y/n.

‘How long have you had that sweetheart?’ You asked her, a little frightened to know the answer as you knew Mabel was emotionally intelligent when it came to these sorts of things.

‘Since I’ve noticed that you and Grunkle Stan don’t go on dates.’ She replies as her brows furrowed while she flicked through the pages of her binder for the perfect date for the pair of you.

‘We’re married honey, we don’t need to go on dates. Being together 24/7 is like a date all in itself.’ Stanley replied as he could feel your hand gripping his bicep tighten, wanting nothing more than to soothe that overworked mind of yours as he placed his hand over the top of yours and squeezed, shooing you a reassuring smile.

‘Not good enough!’ Mabel cried as she pointed at the pair of you. ‘I can see the love in your eyes, that love is so hard to come by nowadays and just because you’re married doesn’t mean you stop going on dates!’

‘When was the last time you did go on a date?’ Dipper asked this time as his eyes darted from you to his Grunkle as you both mentally swore to yourselves. You and Stan have never been on a date, sure you’ve both been through town together but you never actually went anywhere that would be considered a date. After all your marriage was just for show and tell and not the real thing, despite how much you’ve grown to like how he held you at night or looked at you as though you hung the stars in the sky.

‘A long time kiddo.’ Stan told him. ‘And it was the date where I realised that I wanted to be with them for the rest of my life.’ He adds, his eyes softening when the looked at you, making you smile in response as you moved your hand to squeezed his.

‘Awwww!’ Mabel cooed as she watched you and her Grunkle look at each other so tenderly. it was obvious to her that you meant a lot to her Grunkle Stan and he meant a lot to you too that she couldn’t help but hope to find a love like yours one day herself. ‘Which is why I think you should both go on a date tonight! Right Dipper?’

Mabel punches dipper in the shoulder. ‘Yeah you both defiantly should go on a date.’ He agrees as he rubs his shoulder.

You and Stan looked at one another and knew that there was no getting out of this one, but you were both kind of excited for it at the same time, after all what was going to happen? You both actually realise you like each other after all this time? Preposterous.

[elentari-celestaire]

✧ crimson-stained padisarah ✧

pairing -  al-haitham x f!reader

content notes - hanahaki, childhood friends to lovers???, angst, but, happy ending?, slight mention of death, mutual pining, terrible punctuations and all cause i did this sleep-deprived.

a/n - good luck to everyone pulling for al-haitham~  also, i will add some short brainrots for this piece when i have the time 

“Haitham,” a female voice from across the room called out to the acting grand sage, who merely responded with a soft hum.

If it had been anyone else who had dared to interrupt al-Haitham’s personal reading time, he would have just ignore them but, the person who had just called him knew that she wouldn’t be ignored.

“What are we?”

Silence filled the air as y/n observed the grey-haired male, anticipating his next actions.

“Ha-”

“Close friends, who have known each other since we were children.”

y/n’s gaze softened at the gentle tone with which he answered her with, something that she knew not everyone had the luxury of experiencing. Yet, at the same time, something inside her ached when she felt something bloomed. Ignoring the growing ache, she put up a fake smile, “Well, aren’t I lucky? To be considered the acting grand sage’s close friend.”

At the sound of a book being closed, y/n silently congratulated herself, knowing she had finally grabbed her childhood friend’s full attention.

Piercing turquoise eyes met hers, studying her features and body language.

“Y/n, where is this coming from?”

She broke the eye contact, choosing to divert her attention to a stack of books on a table next to her. “It’s nothing,” she stated. her fingers tracing the pattern of a flower on the book cover. A floral-themed novel. “I was just reminiscing about us. We have grown and changed so much. Little al-haitham all grown up."

“y/n.” her name was spoken in a warning tone, yet she knew there was no threat to it.

“I’m leaving for Liyue tomorrow,” the female announced abruptly, surprising both herself and al-haitham.

“What?” there was a frown on his face as he stood up from where he was reading previously. With each step he took towards where she was standing, he demanded explanation to her sudden statement, “Why are you going to Liyue? Y/n. Why am i only learning about this now?”

“There’s a doctor in Liyue, who seem to know about the hanahaki disease,” y/n explained, her voice soft, her gaze never leaving the books littered across the table — each book pertaining to the topic of flowers. “I’ll be going there with the girl to see what I can learn about it.”

The female inhaled sharply when muscular arms caged her to the desk, leaving no way for her to escape.

“Why are you going to such lengths for that girl?” he questioned as a slender finger lifted her chin to look at him — her eyes appeared tired, and she had eyebags, he noted. “It’s merely just a rumour. There was no documentation or information about that illness. It’s all in her head.”

Despite her breathing becoming more rapid, she continued, “you know very well the condition of the brains affect the well being of a person even if society assumes the illness stems from psychological factors and isn’t cause by any physical factors.”

“This is why i did not want to tell you.”  her e/c hues narrowed as she muttered, and she turned her head away from him, catching al-haitham off guard.

“And, no. It’s not simply a rumour. It does exist,” she exhaled sharply, her chest heaving as she struggled to push back the cough that threatened to arise. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

The word ‘seen’ was truly an understatement. Seeming as she herself was a victim to hanahaki since a few weeks ago when she was unfortunate enough to witness al-haitham on a date with a certain dancer from Zubayr theater.

When she remembered the sight she had encountered, she had to fight back the petals she felt creeping up her throat.

“Are you done?” the casual tone in his question only made things worse for her.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she was starting to lose energy from resisting the florals in the back of her throat.

“Yes…” she breathed out as she pushed past the arms encircling her. Y/n fled from the room, but not before a cough escaped her — leaving a crimson-stained purple petal and a surprised al-haitham.

Tears that she had been fighting back fell at the sight of those blood-soaked blooming padisarahs that she had just coughed out in the sink. The uncontrollable coughing fit in addition to the sobs she was eliciting was torturous. It was excruciatingly painful, both physically and mentally.

“Y/n, what—”

Panicked eyes shot up towards the mirror, which reflected the look of terror in al-haitham’s face, the petal she had abandoned in the room slipping from his fingers.

The evidence lying around the female staring back at him was enough to answer his unsaid questions — the blood at the corner of her mouth, more blood around the sink and the bloodied full-bloom padisarahs.

It was then the realization hits him; how she appeared more exhausted recently, how at times her voice cracked or how her smiles felt forced and at times, felt sorrowful. The books she had been reading. It all made sense now.

“Y/n, you have hanahaki…?”

Wiping the blood away from the corner of her mouth, she averted her eyes from his and scoffed, ”so what? it’s just all in my he-” she was cut off as a coughing episode worse than the previous started.

Turquoise orbs widened as more blood, flowers and tears poured into the sink, some escaping and falling onto the floor.

“Who…?” he murmured.

“Do u even - have u even lo- like anyone before?” her hands gripped the sink — her knuckles turning pale white as she gasped for air,  “Do you even know what it feels like to see the one you love with someone else? wishing that it was you their smiles are directed at?”

“y/n…please tell me. who is it?!” al-haitham pleaded, his heart aching at the scene that was unfolding in front of him. Perhaps bringing her to the one she has feelings for will save her, even if something inside him ached at that thought. 

The female shook her head as another bloom fell from her lips along with her words, “it hurts so much. my throat. my lungs. my heart. and yet, I can’t bring myself to go through the surgery.”

“i cant bring myself to give up. all the memories. my feelings,” y/n whispered, her voice barely audible and her vision starting to darkened.

“i can’t bear the thought of forgetting you.” she breathed out before her grip on the basin loosened and her body went limp. 

Despite being in shock at the sudden confession, al-haitham managed to catch her before she hit the ground.

The gray-haired male remained on the ground, holding y/n’s body in his arms. Even after confirming that she was still breathing and had stabilized for the moment, his heart was still racing as he tried to process all that had occurred.

The revelation that she was willing to die to the hanahaki disease than lose her memories and feelings for him broke him, a pained expression forming on his features as he recalled the pain she was in minutes earlier.

After brushing away a strand of her hair from her face, he carried the female's unconscious body in his arms and exited the bloodied scene.

E/c eyes opened, albeit tiredly as she felt herself being lifted and moved.

“im sorry. to get blood on you...” y/n whispered, her voice hoarse as she gazed at him with tired eyes.

“don’t speak. you’ll only hurt your throat. rest. please…”

Leaning against his chest, y/n once again closed her eyes. She could feel the rhythm of al-haitham's unsteady heartbeat. It was rare to see his usual calm demeanour crack, even as someone who had known him the longest.

Was she perhaps special to him that he was willing to show this vulnerable side to? Or, was she just being hopeful?

“To answer your question, yes.” he whispered.

“Wh-what?!” Y/n’s eyes shot wide open, but she started having another coughing episode from the outburst. After she calmed down, she could only stare at the gray-haired male as he continued while still looking ahead.

If it’s one thing y/n hated about al-haitham, it was his ability to mask his emotions perfectly. Even having known him since young, it was always difficult to know what was on his mind.

“I know how it feels to possess this feeling you call love. i would say I know this feeling quite well, if I have to be honest with you.”

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the frown on her face.

“please, let me finish what i have to say before jumping to conclusions,” he said, taking a long breath before continuing, his voice slightly breaking, “I hate this side of you so much. how much of yourself have you destroyed because of your tendency to jump to conclusions? “

“i won’t say i have ever felt the pain of seeing the person i love being with someone else but, i do know the pain of seeing the person i’m in love with being in pain yet, being unable to do anything. i swore to protect you and yet, i couldn’t even see that all this time, you have been hurting so much on your own.”

Y/n's frown was replaced with that of surprise at that admission. Her vision became blurry as tears pooled at the corner of her eyes.

Something in her felt lighter.

“i…i was afraid. That i would ruin our friendship…that you would start avoiding me…i couldnt bear the thought of never seeing you again. so, i thought it would be fine if i stayed by you as a close friend.”

Upon entering his room, al-haitham laid her down on the bed and held her hand in his. With a sigh, he rested his forehead on their linked hands, his hand trembling slightly.

He took a brief pause before releasing a shaky breath.

“how naive am i. because of my cowardice, i had almost…lost you in the worst way possible.”

“i truly apologise yn. had i not been so blind…” his voice broke as his grip on her hands tightened.

The feeling of dampness on her hand caused a new wave of tears to fall from her eyes.

“if i had left you alone then. if i had not chased after you. i could have lost you forever. and our last conversation would be of us arguing.”

y/n shook her head frantically, “no.nonono!! please, haitham!! it's not your fault!” she cried out as she tackle hugged him, catching him off guard. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist to keep them from falling onto the ground.

“i was afraid as well! you’re so perfect. so intelligent and capable. have you seen yourself when you fight? the way you wield those swords? how could i ever compare to you? surely there’s no way you would like me romantically. and then, i saw you and nilou. you guys just looked so go-”

a slender finger was placed on her lips, stopping her mid-sentence. 

“As much as i enjoy listening to you fawning over me. I have to stop you there. how did nilou even get into this equation?”

“Didn’t you went out on a date with her at the bazaar? You were smiling back then as well…?”

“That…” al-haitham’s hesitation made y/n fixed her gaze on him, a frown once again making their way on to her features.

With a soft flick to her forehead, he scolded, “stop that.” al-haitham contemplated for a moment before sighing in defeat, “ok. fine. i was just asking her for advice.”

Y/n was just staring at him in disbelief. “You?? Asking for advice???”

“i was contemplating if i would be satisfied just remaining as close friends. and, she happened to be there. she asked me some questions and it gave me the answer i needed. that’s all. there’s nothing between us. i assure you.”

“what did she ask? wait…do i even want to kn-”

when he recalled the question nilou had asked him, al-haitham’s expression was that of annoyance, “she asked how would i feel if you fell in love with someone else and started a family with them.”

“and?”

“i said no.” he stated, crossing his arms as if it was an obvious answer.

“what?! but, we’re not even-” came y/n’s baffled reply.

“no. i would not allow that to happen.”

“this is new.”

“what is?”

“this side of you.”

“it’s not,” his lips curled into a slight smile as his turquoise hues softening when they landed on hers, ”it has always been there when it comes to you.”

“???”

some brainrots (or some extra conversation of this fic) 

[keithydove]

Okay how about a break from the Mel stuff. What’s your world about? What are your characters like?

OHHH OKKOK UM

So basically the story is called False Prophet and mainly follows Chaiyo, a middle aged journalist who mostly documents strange disappearances and tries to debunk conspiracies through his company known as the Crossed Journalism Association (CJA) in his town

He’s connected to Darla, basically God of everything in the world, and was chosen at a very early age to be her successor in case anything happens to her.

Darla was created in result of what is nortiously known as the Starstruck, where 3 stars fell from the sky and hit individual places of Earth, resulting in the birth of her and 2 other gods known as Lunia (God of Guidance)

and Marino (God of Nature)

For some time, they did have to learn how to grow independently, and eventually finding the Sapphire Cross, which led them to their individual “headquarters” in the sky, and eventually earning the name The Holy Trinity. Eventually, Darla created the world that Chaiyo lives on, known as Navinia. It’s quite similar to Earth, and many places there are closely related to actual nationalities on Earth (for example Chaiyo is from the equivalent of Thailand and currently resides in the equivalent of America)

The Sapphire Cross consists of 4 otherworldly entities that guide the gods on certain aspects of life. Wyvern makes sure that the gods are wary and alert, Lucille encourages self love and priority, Jordie encourages them to have fun and not to take everything so seriously, and Cassie- … definitely does something.

BUT WAIT. Chaiyo wasn’t the first successor Darla had, it was actually a lil fella named Shaobru (or just Shao). Darla’s first ever creation. Now, when Darla created Shao, she was still quite young and learning everything. As she got older, she kinda?? deemed Shao as “too immature” to be her successor and gradually began to neglect him and eventually just abandon him altogether.

Now this is where THE BIG BAD GUYS COME IN… soooo Darla knew this fella named Denarius. Her n Denarius met a year or so after the Starstruck happened and Denarius basically taught her everything she knows. Of course, when Darla became LITERAL GOD he was like “wtf bro” and began to resent her. Eventually, someone…. approached Denarius and gave him the deal of a lifetime…. but that’s a secret for now ;)) all there is to know now is that he’s the self proclaimed God of Deception

Denarius eventually made his own life form known as Asmodion, and eventually urged him to create a fake church known as the Asmochurch where he’d indirectly share the prophecy of Denarius. It was faked to be welcoming and inviting those of bad walks of life to “fix themselves”

Now since Denarius is a stupid fuck he ended up putting a lillll too much power into Asmodion, so he ended up making ANOTHER life form known as Leviathan (or just Levi) to succeed him and continue the church if anything happens to him

(last one is him when he was a lil guy… lil baby man) Now, why are these ppl relevant?? cuz when Shao got abandoned, guess who found him!! his lovely soon-to-be adoptive brother Asmodion who took him to Denarius n he was all “ooooo that meanie Darla…. so meanies….. it’s ok ur my successor now but under ONE CONDITION: you make everyone on Navinia go extinct or something” n Shao, obviously wanting to feel wanted again, agrees. Denarius ends up morphing him into an eldritch horror soooo now he kinda HAS to eat people cuz that’s what makes him the strongest.

To sum it ALLLLL UP. the main idea is Chaiyo trying to take down the Unholy Trinity (a lil nickname I gave the bad guys) on Darla’s behalf. How is he gonna do that? Only time will tellllllll

BUT YEA!!!! I think that’s everything important….. enjoy ;))

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hihi! currently dealing with a bout of bad chronic pain and it got me thinking.

Any chance to get a hall mom Thornhill and platonic student reader who has chronic pain. Hurt / all comfort lol.

thornhill makes something to ease the pain using some of her plants in the greenhouse? And maybe she specifically started growing the plants once she learned one of her students suffered from chronic pain?

Please and thank you! Also feel free to change anything up!

Much love from the frog king🐸

Exam Season

Pairings: Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.

TW: mentions of drugs, chronic pain, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol

A/n I had so much fun with this one. I did a lot of research through my old medical textbooks so most of it is hopefully accurate.

It was exam season which meant pain, both from studying and well … the chronic kind. And just because you were used to it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. Because it did. Badly.

There were a few things that caused pain flare ups for you ever since the car accident you were in a few years ago. Of course, one of the two was stress which was assured with exam season and the second was disrupted sleep patterns and with all the late-night study sessions that was another thing you could check off the mental triggers list. But it's not like you couldn’t study. You needed to. You prided yourself on it. Your family name was all you had left of your parents. They, unlike you did not survive the crash. So you used the fear of being nobody with no home as a drive, to work. To be someone worth something.

The light was on in your dorm once again as Ms Thornhill made the rounds before going to bed herself. Ophelia hall had few rooms where there was only one student. You had been lucky enough to be one of them. So she knew you were awake. But the light had been on four nights in a row now. Surely that was getting a little bit excessive. She made mental note to ask you about it later in her class, she knew you were a responsible student and as you were old enough to make your own decisions, she trusted you to make good ones at that.

It must have been around two am before you actually got to sleep. The next morning the pain was so much worse. You dragged yourself out of bed in hope that a hot shower would relax the muscles in your neck. You stood and lazily made your way to the ensuite, mentally thanking whoever was in charge of the roomie situation that you simply didn’t have one.

After a shower that seemed to have little to no effect at all on the stupid amount of pain you were in you dressed slowly and grabbed breakfast before heading to botany.

You had no meds for the pain, Panadol never touched the level of chronic pain you were in. High dose stuff made you nervous, you didn’t want to get addicted at such a young age. But you also couldn’t ask for help without exposing the fact you had nobody at home to get you anything.

You made it a point to avoid the infirmary, opting to look out for yourself.

When you had signed up for nevermore yourself, you had faked your parents' signatures based off some old documents you found in your father's study. You had guarded that secret with your life.

Every parent's weekend you simply said they lived far away which was why you stayed on the grounds during breaks, not because you hated the empty house you would eventually have to go home to. So no, you didn’t risk seeing the nurse.

Taking your seat in the room you were slouching badly, trying to ease the pain by loosening the muscles. Every once in a while, you would roll your shoulders to try and get a temporary reprieve in the constant gnawing on your sanity. After a bit you gave up on the worksheet all together and put your head down on the desk trying to get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible in that moment.

You jumped when you felt a hand make contact with your back gently. Looking up with bleary eyes, glazed with pain, you saw the concerned face of Ms Thornhill looking down at you.

“Honey are you ok?” She asked already knowing the answer, she was biting her bottom lip, usually you were veery composed so she knew it was something bad.

“Im fine Ms Thornhill.” You said sounding slightly strained.

“Darling I’m your dorm mom right now, call my Marilyn sweetie.” She said and began rubbing circles on your back. You relaxed under her touch, it was soothing and it had been so long since you had any sort of positive contact. You relished in the feeling. You were too tired to care right now about the rest of the class who luckily seemed to be paying no attention at all to the two of you.

“Im fine Marilyn.” You said and ducked your head again.

“Darling don’t lie to me I can tell somethings wrong.” She said softly but sternly. You nodded with tears in your eyes.

“Can I talk to you later.” You whispered.

“Well class is over in a few minutes so please stay behind and talk to me.” She said sensing that you weren’t going to talk in front of your peers.

When class finally ended you packed up your books slowly and stayed seated as the class trailed out. Ms Thornhill came over and pulled up the chair beside you, taking your hand in hers and rubbing it with her thumb grazing gently over your knuckles.

“Talk to me sweetheart.” She said and you choked back tears. The dam burst when she pulled you in for a hug. It had been so long since you had a hug.

You sobbed into her shoulder, and she rubbed your back.

“Shh shh shhh its ok Darling. Im here. And I’ll help you however i can sweetie.” She said before pausing.

“Darling how long has it been since you had a hug?”

“T-too long.” You sniffled.

Then you simply buried your face in her neck until you calmed down. When you finally pulled away, she wiped away the tears with her thumb.

“Now whats the matter many darling?” She asked and you swallowed.

“A few years ago, i was in a car accident. I got whiplash and hurt my neck. It’s never really been the same since. I know it's not in my file but i can usually manage it fine by myself. With the stress of the exam coming up and late nights studying it … it hurts so much more than it normally does. Im scared to take anything I might get addicted to.”

“Well first, we will need to update your file.” She said squeezing you hand gently. “Second if this is a bad flare up...” she paused and waited for your response, and you nodded. “Which it is.” She said slowly, “I can give you something for the pain. And we can manage it together. Ok darling?” She asked and you nodded feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Now I don’t think principal Weems would approve of me growing you some medicinal Marijuana.” She said and you gave a choked laugh.

“No, I don’t think I would.” Came a voice from the doorway and both of you turned to face the principle. She was wearing a small, amused smirk as she walked over to join you.

“I had a report Y/n wasn’t in her second class. I thought i may find her here.” She said. “Anyone want to explain?” She asked and you looked to Ms Thornhill to answer.

“Y/n was just telling me how she’s been having some issues as of late. Chronic pain was it darling?” She asked looking at you and you nodded and looked away studying the plants on the window cil. “We were just discussing some options.” She finished.

“And I’m glad you have ruled out medicinal Marijuana.” Weems said with a laugh.

“As am I.” You whispered making them both laugh.

“Glad to see you were paying attention in last week's drugs and alcohol assembly darling.” The principal drawled. “However, Ms Thornhill here, may need another.” She said jokingly. “So, whats the plan?”

“Well, I was going to make Ms L/n here some chamomile, willow bark and meadowsweet tea for the pain. Maybe a massage and a heat pack.” Ms Thornhill said standing and grabbing various tins of dried herbs. “I have been wanting to grow some more of my herbs for any students that would need them, and it seems u have found my first patient.” She smiled kindly at you, and you simply nodded again.

“Well, I’ll leave you two too it. I’ll also excuse Ms L/n here from her classes for the day. Provided you are either with Ms Thornhill, at your dorm or at the infirmary.” She said and you thanked her as she left.

A moment later the botany teacher placed a steaming mug of tea in front of you and you sighed as she pressed a heat pack she had seemingly pulled from thin air against your neck.

“I can give you a massage later, the upper traps and right across your shoulders if you like?” She said and you nodded. “Yes please.” You said shyly and she beamed at you.

“Drink that tea darling girl and then we can see how you're feeling. Also, I’d be happy to tutor you if it helps with the stress.”

“Oh you … you don’t have to do that, I’m sure I'll be fine.” You stammered not wanting to take up anymore of her time.

“Darling I’m offering.” She said and you paused.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask my sweet.” She said and you sipped the tea again.

It was safe to say the tea helped significantly. Despite being an old remedy and not being clinically proven, it worked really well.

For the rest of the day, you hung out with the botany teacher, and she helped you study some more. Maybe, just maybe, life would be a bit easier from now on.

MASTERLIST

[weissaddams]

Date With Death

Chapter 8

A sneak attack.

Wednesday’s fingers went to the spot Enid kissed. Surely, life was mocking her with all this affection a few hours before death kissed her as well.

Enid was giggling into her hand as she continued to change the lock screen.

“I finally managed to surprise you this month, Wends! Oh, I’m definitely sending a copy to myself so I can print it.”

It had become a monthly ritual for the two–Enid trying to surprise or sneak up on Wednesday. The successful attempts being few and far in between made the victories all the more sweet for Enid. Not many people could claim they had successfully sneaked up on Wednesday Addams, alive and unscathed.

“Your stealth has certainly improved, Enid.”

“I learned from the best!”

Enid proudly held up Wednesday’s phone, now displaying the new lock screen. 

Wednesday didn’t think it was possible to fall in love even more, but here she was, heart about to burst with affection as Enid flashed her a smile. A smile that would be wiped away when the news of her passing reaches the werewolf.

Wednesday closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. This was not the time to be pitying herself or Enid. They didn’t have many hours left together. She was going to make the most of it.

“Is something wrong, Wednesday? Do you not like the photo? I can change it back!”

“No, Enid. It is a... good photo. No need to change it back.”

The slightly panicked look on Enid’s face quickly changed to suspicion.

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure.”

Enid tilted her head and stared at Wednesday for a few more seconds before sighing and handing her back her phone.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You have not done that in many years.”

Many, many years. Enid always put her comfort first. Physical touch was a privilege given to the werewolf and the werewolf alone. It was a universal law at this point. 

Wednesday glanced at her new lock screen. It really was a good photo. Noting the time, it looked like they had a few more hours before the ceremony started. Everyone was prepared, so to speak. The sun was out, bright and warm. All good omens for the coming wedding. 

Enid was looking fondly at her bridesmaids when Wednesday’s question caught her attention.

“Enid, was there anything you wanted to do before the ceremony?”

Was there? No one had really asked her about anything other than the wedding for the longest time. Well, no one but Wednesday. 

Their weekly brunches were like a breath of fresh air for the blonde. Wednesday turning down a bridesmaid spot had turned into a silver lining. She still had someone to talk to who wasn’t always concerned with which flowers they’d buy or what cake flavor they’d get or what color Ajax’s tux should be.

The raven knew when to talk to her about anything but the wedding and when they did have to talk about the planning, looking for a venue, choosing flowers, tasting cakes, looking for the best orchestra (because of course they needed live music), Wednesday kept her steady through it all. 

Was there anything she wanted to do? Was there?

“In case you wanted to flee at any moment, I ensured my vehicle’s petrol tank was filled. There are also fake documents, untraceable credit cards and cash in the glove compartment if you wish to hide from your family for an indefinite amount of time.”

Enid started giggling. Giggling turned into laughing and laughing made her teary eyed with joy. Of course Wednesday would prepare for just about everything. Even her running away! She laughed a little more when Wednesday pretended to give her a confused look before she smiled amusedly.

“Did you really prepare all that stuff?”

“Of course, I have prepared for every scenario.”

“Will you be running away with me?” She teased, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the raven’s shoulder. Enid thinks helping a runaway bride is very on-brand for her best friend. 

“If you so wished.”

“Where would we go?”

“I have always wanted to travel to Chernobyl, but knowing you, we would most likely end up in Osaka to look at the cherry blossoms you claim to love.”

Osaka didn’t sound bad at all. Enid sighed wistfully. She hoped Wednesday would always be a part of her life.

“Hey, Wends?”

“Yes?”

“I really hope things won’t change between us after I get married. Like, I know I can be a lot but don't get tired of me, alright?”

Ah. If only she had more than hours to prove to Enid how she could never get tired of her.

“I can’t promise things won’t change, but I hope for that as well, Enid. I will be your friend for as long as I walk this earth.” It surprised even Wednesday how she was able to keep herself from spewing out the truth about how she felt and what would eventually happen in that moment.

It was for the best. 

Enid was content with that. Cryptic? Sure. That's how she knew Wednesday was being truthful.

Enid was content as long as she stayed in Wednesday’s life. She knew she could never be anything more. She was Wednesday’s first real friend, of course she’d be treated better. Don’t get her wrong, she loved Ajax, but she couldn’t help but wonder how all this would’ve gone if she’d confessed to Wednesday before Ajax came back into her life. 

Maybe in another life they were together. More than best friends. Lovers?

She’d have to settle for friendship in this life. Afraid to ever push Wednesday for anything more lest that push her away totally.

“Did you have something you wanted to do before I got married?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to use your family as target practice.”

“ Wednesday. ”

“I jest. I am quite content just spending time with you. I suspect we won't have many chances to talk after today. If you desire anything else, I will obtain it for you.”

Enid’s eyes widened slightly. That was all? To talk to her?

“Did you have something important you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, I should inform you that I gave Ajax the so-called ‘shovel’ talk.” 

“How did that go?” The blonde could feel a smile coming to her face. Honestly, she's surprised Wednesday didn't show up with an actual shovel in hand.

“You will be happy to know that he seems to think very highly of you.”

“I sure hope so. We are getting married, after all.”

“He even offered to fight me in exchange for my blessing.”

Enid is even more surprised at that. She didn't think Ajax would go that far. They would definitely need to talk about his self-preservation skills after all this. No one sane would challenge Wednesday Addams, after all.

"Wow," was all Enid could say.

"I was also mildly surprised. It is good to know you're not marrying a coward, Enid."

Giggles spill out of Enid again at Wednesday’s very Addams observation. She's pretty sure this is the first time Ajax has ever actually impressed her best friend. Better late than never?

“Did you threaten him?”

“Only in the end. I was operating under the assumption that he knew his life would be in peril were he to even think of hurting you.”

Enid chortled. It wouldn’t be Wednesday if she didn’t threaten Ajax, after all. Even if she was impressed.

“Enid?”

“Yeah?”

“It should go without saying that if anything were to happen, my family will take care of you. Please don’t ever forget that.”

Wednesday seemed to be very candy with physical touch today. Her hand was cool above Enid’s as the raven squeezed it to emphasize her point.

Enid was sure Wednesday would go on a rampage if she found out anyone had messed with her. She’d done so many times in the last few years. All totally legal rampages, of course, or so she’d been assured by Gomez.

“Thank you, Wednesday.”

Enid flipped over her hand to reciprocate Wednesday’s hold before squeezing tightly.

No matter what, Enid knew Wednesday would be there for her, and the girl has never given her a reason to think otherwise.

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Date With Death master post

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Hi! Can you tell I’m trying to delay the wedding?

I don’t think this chapter has that much angst but let’s call it the calm after the storm.

Also, I will reply to the comments soon! Sorry I haven’t gotten around to all of them yet.

Haven’t reread so apologies for any errors!

[thegirlwondcr]

continued from x @cxpedcrusxder

Life? Had been going pretty well for Emma. Albeit, a bit overwhelming. She had not quite yet been able to really sit down and just process everything, as it felt like she was learning one new thing after another. There just were so many things at Wayne Manor she had access to, it honestly felt like very poor thinking. Should she really be allowed in the kitchen at all times? She could very much just wait for whenever it was time to have a meal. Should she also have overly expensive pieces of furniture, fabric, and technology also just at her fingertips? She honestly was too afraid to touch half of the things in her room--including her bedding. It was still hardly touched, she was debating just laying on top of it and not untucking the sheets.

A lot was on her mind, so it was one hell of a surprise for Batman to suddenly be at her window. Was he stalking her? Or was this already on the news? Would this be on the news? Another thing for her to get overwhelmed about. Just when she was about to yell out for Bruce or his butler, Alfred, she saw the documents in hand...the very thing she'd been longing for.

Emma felt guilt now, for having said all those things at him before. That despite all of that, he still went and got this. Even if it was not everything she ever wanted, half would certainly do. Her eyes remained locked on the documentation, even before being handed it. Her mind thought up several things that could be in there. It could be photos, things that told her who her mother is, what she's like, where she is now--the possibilities were practically endless in the teen's mind. Sure, the lack of a father on her birth certificate did put a damper on things...but this was so much. "Thank you." That was all she could really say, it's not like she got to say that often.

"I've never seen my birth certificate..." She mumbled, trying to take a simple thing like that in. "It has the time I was born?" Something she never thought of wanting to know but happy she could know now. "I was born at three am?" Such odd and random information that she now had and knew about herself.

Then she began to sift through the documents, like a kid on Christmas morning. However, she kept to herself initially, quickly going from one paper to the next, looking for something specific: an address. She could take the time later to get all the details, but for now, she needed to know the upmost important thing, how and where was she going to find her mom?

A lot of it was a bit boring, from what she saw with quick glances. Documents regarding loans, taxes, property...a lot of legal jargon. There was one page she came close to skipping entirely At a glance she thought maybe it had been her own mother's birth certificate or some generic record of her information...that was until she read the top of the page: certificate of death. She took the safe route in handling things. She pushed the documentation away and finally looked up at him, the feelings from many nights before returning. "This is fake." She said with full confidence. "Or you got the wrong woman...did you just grab a woman's file and fake my certificate to get me to forgive you?" Now that felt like a logical reason. "Can you not deal with the fact some random kid out there hates you? Or you can't deal with the fact that now a kid with access to Bruce Wayne hates you?" She then took a good step back. "You just want money."

[mariacallous]

On the night of January 13, 2020, a Kemerovo man named Vladislav Kanyus brutally murdered his 23-year-old ex-girlfriend, Vera Pekhteleva. For hours, neighbors listened to Pekhteleva scream in agony and repeatedly called the police, but by the time officers arrived, she was dead. Kanyus was sentenced to 17 years in prison, while the officers on duty were convicted of criminal negligence and sentenced to probation. But earlier this month, Pekhteleva’s mother learned that her daughter’s killer had been recruited from prison to fight in the war in Ukraine — and was subsequently pardoned by Vladimir Putin. The independent journalists’ cooperative Bereg spoke with Vera Pekhteleva’s mother, Oksana Pekhteleva. With their permission, Meduza has translated the interview into English.

This June, human rights activists and the media started reporting that Vladislav Kanyus may have been released early. When and how did you learn about this?

I found out through social networks; it was all sent to me by friends of friends since I don’t believe in using social media. At first, we [the Pekhtelev family] thought it was fake. [The fact that he was released in April] was kept from us; they didn’t tell us.

In one document [that we received in response to a request to] the Defense Ministry, they said that [Kanyus] wasn’t listed in their ranks — this was, if I’m not mistaken, on July 17 of this year. A little later, another document came, stating that he’d agreed to participate in military operations and had joined the ranks [of the Russian army]. The third document we received said that his criminal record had been expunged. The date of the pardon was April 27, and we only learned about it two days ago.

How did your family react when it was confirmed that Kanyus has been pardoned?

I found out from my ex-husband, my child’s father. The prosecutor’s office sent a response to his complaint and, of course, he forwarded it to me. We were in shock, both Yevgeny Pekhtelev and I. We’re still dismayed. How could this happen?

I’m anxious, it’s very hard for me now. There’s a tremendous siege of journalists, and I don’t like it very much. I would really like the [press] to spread our misfortune as widely as possible but to leave out any statements and comments about our government. I’m so exposed right now that tomorrow they could easily charge me for my negative attitude towards my homeland. I’m not going to comment [on this issue].

When messages started appearing last year about prisoners being recruited to participate in the war, did you think that Kanyus could be among them?

Initially, the thought didn't even cross my mind. I was raised in the Soviet Union; my father is an officer, a lieutenant colonel in the armed forces, a military veteran. I grew up in an educated family; we were always taught to respect the country where we live. And, naturally, we believed we couldn’t be betrayed.

There was information — perhaps in the media — that criminals convicted of particularly serious crimes weren’t taken to war. At least, that’s what they told us Russian citizens. I believed it until I was faced with… I don’t know what to call it.

And I’m not alone — believe me, there are at least hundreds of mothers like me. We live in different corners of our vast homeland. Some are afraid [to go public], some don’t want to, some have given up, and some, because of the statute of limitations, no longer have the physical, yes, and emotional strength.

I’m a very strong woman and a strong person. I understand that this is tilting at windmills, that it will lead to nothing. I feel it. No one will hear us, no one will help us. Absolutely all state media are silent — because they’re not allowed [to write about us], no one has given them the green light. And the so-called armchair commentators will be divided into two groups again. [One side will write,] “I’m sick of this, how much can you [keep thinking about this crime],” and the other half will say that something needs to be done, some effort needs to be made [to put the criminal back in prison].

I believe that the news will resonate with people, but things will stay where they are because we’ve already been through the Supreme Court. And the president’s office has already given us an answer: he pardoned the murderer, the torturer, the monster.

Human rights activist Alena Popova, citing you, wrote that Kanyus was sent to the front even before the cassation [high court appeal] process was complete. How did the hearing go in the end?

It was like a video conference: the murderer didn’t attend the court session, but he signed a document stating that he didn’t object to the proceedings taking place without his presence. Everything went smoothly: we were declined on all counts, politely dismissed — and that was the end of the court session.

I wouldn’t even be surprised if [Kanyus] gets awarded a medal. That would be the most egregious slap in the face — both for me and for hundreds of thousands of women, of families with good kids who are supposed to fulfill their duty of dying [in the war]. And these scoundrels, these leeches, [choosing to go from prison to the front] just to avoid punishment, will walk next to us on our land and also secretly beat, kill, and rape. I just don’t understand who let them get weapons in their hands.

Did you speak with Kanyus during the court proceedings? Did he or his family try to contact you during the trial or after the sentence?

I don’t even want to waste time discussing the family of my child’s murderer — that’s the first thing. Secondly, no one, in fact, gave us the right to talk to him. And how do you imagine this: the mother of a murdered child conversing with the devil? Why would I need him, when I couldn’t even stand to look at him! We communicated through our proxies — a lawyer from his side, a lawyer from our side, nothing more. I don’t want to talk about that scum, that monster. He’s inhuman. I don’t want to and I won’t. I’ll say one thing: that scum is free, and my child has been in the grave for three years.

What do you plan to do next? Will you seek Kanyus’s imprisonment again? And do your lawyers believe this is possible?

I have faith that this is possible — hope, as they say, dies last. But I’m a realist. I’m a pretty educated person, and I keep track of what’s going on in the world. If they decide now to demonstratively send this maniac and pervert back to prison, imagine what the fallout will be. We’re showing mercy and granting freedom to all [inmates] for participating in military service with one hand, and meanwhile, with the other hand, we’re pushing people back into prison who, believe me, do not want to be there. I don’t think it’s politically necessary or appropriate.

We simply found ourselves in this situation through our own misfortune. If it weren’t for the war, [Kanyus] wouldn’t have gone anywhere — he would still be in prison right now. But I have faith. There’s such a thing as divine retribution — the only thing I want is for it to catch up with him. And I don’t care how it happens.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Short Prompt #10

Notes: This can work as a standalone or a part 2 to this. You choose!

TW: Bruises mention, blood mention, bone breaking mention, illegal activity mention

"There," Hero says, a sort of finality to their tone as they brush the makeup over the last of the bruises on Villain's face.

The criminal's gaze wanders over to their reflection in the mirror, eyes widening as they take note of their now untainted face, as if the scratches previously marring their visage had never been.

The hero chuckles, sharp eyes glinting with amusement. The villain is awfully adorable like that. They resemble a confused kitten as they register their own appearance and the formal attire, in a striking shade of dark green, all about style and nothing about functionality. Replacing their usual bland, practical costume. Even if they were naturally good-looking, they were usually somewhat dishevelled. It suited them, in a way, but it was very different from their current state and completely unsuitable for a gala hosted by the mayor.

"You look ravishing, doll," the crime-fighter purrs lazily, warranting a flustered blush rapisly spreading like wildfire across the villain's face and neck. "Let's go, we've got a mission to complete."

Villain nods at them, letting the Hero take their hand, feeling their face burn and desperately praying that the hero wouldn't notice how strikingly their face was flushed.

Foolish hope because Hero notices everything, and it is among one of their favourite activities to make it so cruelly obvious to the villain, letting the corner of their lip curve upwards with a lopsided smirk as they lead them to where all the guests were gathered.

If the crime-stopper isn't buttering them up too much, and Villain actually looks as attractive as their careless flattery describes, it doesn't mean at all that they can actually replicate the part, that their acting would fit the part. Maybe if the objective had been sit still, look pretty, the villain's nerves might've been calmer.

Villain had learned that Hero's real identity was that of a wealthy, young civilian. A fact that felt strangely intimate to know. They were here to procure a piece of paper from the mayor's office; some document that convicted him of striking an illegal deal.

"Oh hello, darling! You look wonderful!" a middle-aged woman in a wine red dress croons excitedly at Hero.

"And you're stunning as always," the crime-fighter replies smoothly, flashing her a million dollar smile. From whatever strange firsthand experience, the villain could tell it was completely fake. Though, in a place where the air reeked of superficiality as much as it did of ridiculously expensive fragrances, they're pretty sure it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

"Hmm, and who is that?"

Still letting that dazzling smile dance across their face, their enemy-turned-date brings their hand up to their lips, pressing a soft kiss into the villain's knuckles. "This is my partner, Villain Civillian Name."

"Lovely," the woman attests, though the icy edge to the sugar-sweet tone unmasks how unimpressed she is with Villain.

They were definitely not rich nor famous as VCN, but it brings them solace to know that if she knew who they really were, she wouldn't dare be so dismissive of them.

"Would love to stay and chat, but I've got some rather important matters to attend to, so see you later."

They wrap their arm around Villain's waist, pressing a kiss into their hair, almost as though they are trying to annoy that guest on purpose.

"Alright, sweetness. Your turn to shine. You're going to distract the mayor. Talk to him, keep him interested until I'm done. And you will make great work of it," they whisper, tone still silky, but it held a promise of danger, reminding the villain that this hero pretending to be hopelessly in love with them can still break bones and leave their enemies drowning in their own blood.

Villain nods at them, changing their half-nervous walk into what they hope is a confident saunter, making their way towards the mayor. They take in a deep breath, trying for some calm. They have a million and one cards to play, and they desperately hope they choose the right one.

"Mr Mayor! It's so wonderful to finally see you in person!"

An old, balding man with an impossibly thick moustache turns their way. "Ah, and who might you be?"

"I'm VCN, Hero Civillian Name's partner. And sir, I do hope this isn't too annoying, but I would love if you'd share even just a hint of how you managed to run so many successful businesses while balancing being the mayor!" They flash them a bright grin, eyes wide with well-feigned excitement.

Judging by the grin on the man's lips and the awfully proud, "Certainly," he gives, Villain had made the right choice. Flattery was any egotistical person's kryptonite. Any chance they got to talk about themselves, they jumped at immediately.

And so, the villain gets stuck being tormented by the man's incessant chattering, nodding and smiling through it all, until they feel a light tap on their shoulder. Their saviour.

Shaking his hand warmly, the hero beams at Mayor, eyes devoid of any trace of malice. "Ah, I see you've met my lover. Mind if I borrow them, sir?" they quip.

"Sure, HCN!"

"Well done, love," they congratulate them once they are far away from the mayor. "Things went as smooth as ever. The bumbling fool kept his study unguarded. Keeps most of his papers outside his house. He thought he was so clever."

"Shouldn't we be leaving now?" They raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"So soon? That's suspicious. So how about a dance, dove?" They extend their arm forward elegantly.

Slowly, Villain takes it, letting themselves be dipped and twirled by the hero.

It feels like magic, however fake it was meant to be. However dangerous it was to do this with their supposed sworn enemy. It takes their breath away, and between the lazy compliments, the dancing and the delicate kisses pressed to their jaw and cheekbones, at least a fraction of it must hold something beyond a perfectly executed act.

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[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that IVY MOREAU.. they're a 38-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being DEFENSIVE & UPTIGHT but there are some people who have seen them being FAIR & SAVVY. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the smell of fresh paint on a canvas, a safe full of fraudulent papers, and scraping and clawing your way into spaces other people can walk into, but that could just be because they're considered the MASTER FORGER around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

You know I left a part of me back in New York You knew the hero died so what's the movie for You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart

OVERVIEW

Name: Ivy Moreau

FKA: Lalita Isaree Chirathivat

Nickname(s): Ives

DOB: June 20, 2086

Age: 38

FC: Yoghurt Nattasha

Height: 5'9"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Owner of Periwinkle Art Gallery / Forger

Relationship Status: Single (Open)

[+] fair, savvy, compartmentalised [–] defensive, dishonest, uptight

BIOGRAPHY

tw: human trafficking

Ivy, or Lalita as she was known then, came to the US with her family when she was still a toddler. They were promised a better life, but that promise turned out to be nothing more than a lie designed to lure them and many others in.

After arriving, they had their identity documents taken from them and were told that they would get them back after working off their debt to the people who brought them over. Years passed, and their debt only seemed to grow—the interest on it was more than they could possibly make to pay it off.

When Lalita was 15 years old, her parents had hidden away enough money to get her out of their situation by purchasing fake papers for her. Afterwards, the forger who supplied her the documents ended up taking her on as an assistant. It was also from her mentor that she picked up her love and knowledge of art.

Over the next few years, she worked her way up from an assistant to an apprentice. Any money that she could spare while she was learning the tools of the trade was put aside to get the rest of her family out. Her parents insisted that she save her younger siblings first, which she did; but by the time that she came back for their mother and father, they were nowhere to be found.

After ensuring the safety of her siblings, she channeled her anger and grief into supplying forged papers to others stuck in the trafficking ring. She knew that it was dangerous, and it was only a matter of time until they caught on to her, but she was determined to get as many people as possible out while she could.

Eventually, the people running the operation discovered her identity, and after a narrow miss with their enforcers, she was forced to go on the run. Settling in DFW, she reinvented herself as Ivy Moreau and used everything that she had learned from her mentor to set up her own forgery business in the city.

As a cover, she leveraged her art expertise to work as a buyer for private clients in the upper district. After a few years, she had saved up enough money to open her own art gallery in the middle district, which gave her a legitimate business reason to own much of the equipment she used in forgery.

She has a genuine love of art and the artists she features in her gallery and will go to great lengths to make sure that they are compensated fairly for their work. She will cut ties with any clients who try to shortchange or otherwise exploit them.

In her forgery business, she has implemented a pay it forward system where people who are willing to, and more importantly have the resources to, can pay a little extra for their documents—money which will then be used to cover the cost of papers for someone who can't afford them but really needs them.

She is financially successful, but chooses to live a relatively modest life, putting most of her profits back into helping people through her businesses.

MISC

She has been in DFW for the past 15 years.

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Rehearsal 8 & 9 ♪

The rest of the cast totally knows that I'm doing this (well, the two people that are on Tumblr XD) and definitely don't find it creepy that I post about our experiences on here.../j

Grouping these two rehearsals together because damn, it's been a while. I don't remember all that's happened because rehearsal 8 was TWO WEEKS AGO, and rehearsal 9 was a week ago. Well, if it isn't the passage of time.

Rehearsal 8

In the drama room once again, starting off with repeating the choreo for WTWN! Personally, I think we've perfected it. Now we just have to learn how to sing it...yaaaaayyyy...(before joining this musical I was always a theatre WITHOUT songs person so my singing isn't the best). The drama teacher was in the room like a good 90% of the rehearsal and I can now say, with pride, that our musical and choreo is Drama Teacher Approved™! He even gave us some tips about directing our energy to the audience and about the dancing. He was just messing around with the lights and stuff like 90% of our rehearsal, or reading his little documents. We also practiced the scene after Noel's Lament, where apparently I have to hold an accordion :'). Noel couldn't make it to this rehearsal so we used a chair in his place, problem solved! And every time that he had to say something one of us just said it.

Rehearsal 9

This rehearsal was also in the drama room, very fun. This time, I had brought my CRRRRRUUUUTCHES!! In our production, Ricky's crutches are called Captain Kirk and Yoda, to make more sense to our current audience. One problem though. I had nowhere to leave them the entire day! So guess what I did? I pretended that I genuinely needed crutches and had a broken leg. Of course, when somebody asked me if I had genuinely broken something I said "No, it's for theatre.", but I had multiple times where teachers and students would hold the door open for me! I didn't have the heart to tell them that I'm not actually injured hahaha...So, how did I go up the endless flights of stairs in our school? Simple. I lift my crutches or carry them in my hand and receive MULTIPLE side-eyes of different people.

When it was finally time for the rehearsal, I went with Ocean to her locker, because she got us all donuts!! Thank you Ocean. Then we had to go up some stairs to get to the main hall and the drama room, and per usual I lifted my crutches up so that I can walk up the stairs without falling to my demise, and a group of boys who just so happen to also be on said stairs start yelling like 'HEY!' and "FAKER!" and I was like 'They're not real, they're for our theatre play!' Keep in mind that I have never spoken these boys in my life. And they were like 'Yeah, sure.' in a really sarcastic tone, like genuinely why tf would I fake having crutches what advantages does this give me. But honestly I just thought this was really funny, a bunch of classmates were also like 'Why don't you just leave them somewhere' and I had to answer multiple times with a simple 'Because I felt like it!'.

Realization that this is becoming mostly focused on my crutches...but the rehearsal wasn't that interesting. We did the choreo for Fall Fair Suite again, this time with crutches. We also learned some new choreo for Noel's Lament, which I'm super excited to do, we haven't really got a hang of the choreo yet but I think it'll look awesome when we do. Fun fact that I don't think I've ever mentioned, we do not copy the choreo of any other production, we make our own! Of course it's loosely based on other people's choreo, but it is still unique. And badass.

That's all! I also have an extra long rehearsal today and tomorrow, so yay. (Wish me luck I did NOT study my lines for today or my choreo...)

-Ricky Potts🖖

[blackknightax]

Sorry about this, I'd been meaning to post this for like 2 weeks. This is chapter 2 of my story.

Chapter 2: Aiko alone

The next morning Emily got up and for the first time in a long time she was excited to get up, she had a friend she needed to get to know.  She groggily went to her computer to be greeted by Aiko who was excitedly waving at her from a lying down position. Emily wrote "did you sleep? Do you need sleep?" Aiko opened the on-screen keyboard and responded "I did because you did... and, probably not? I just wanted to feel like I was doing it with you." Emily couldn't help but ask "was the Taskbar comfortable?" Aiko inaudibly laughed "lol, no, far from it." Aiko then motioned at the keyboard then typed "i wish this was smaller Emily san..." Emily typed "unfortunately not much I can do about that..." They both sighed. Aiko then asked, "so, what're we doing today?" Emily sighed again. "Unfortunately I have work today and honestly... I should be getting ready soon." Emily then got up from her desk chair.

Aiko looked at her with a sad expression "Emily san has to go?" Before Emily saw the message she was gone. Aiko slumped, her arms almost touching the task bar. She slapped an internet browser to open it. Emily had downloaded a second one for Aiko to use so that they have separate histories. She opened a video sharing site and looked up a video so she could lip sync the phrase "All, by, my, seeeeeeeelffffff." She paced back and forth, not really sure what to do. She could dance but how long til that got boring, she has no idea when or even if Emily will come back. She looked up some cartoons and started watching them, sitting on the recommended videos on the side. A few minutes later Emily came back, showered and dressed for work. Aiko, misinterpreting the situation, she switched back to the document and wrote "welcome home!" Emily giggled "I just got ready for work Aiko. I haven't left yet." To Aiko it felt like hours had already passed. But she'd only watched one cartoon. Aiko started waving her arms distraught, upset, stomping around, pushing keyboard buttons as a result.  Just throwing a tantrum. She sees what she wrote then hits enter, as if to say "that's staying. I don't care" then she types "what does Emily san even do at work?" She starts waving her arms again, she is just so upset. Emily typed "honestly... mostly fill in spreadsheets... I'm an insurance claims adjuster. The most soul sucking job I've ever had but it pays the bills..." Aiko understood none of that. Her tantrum continued "just don't go! They don't NEED you!" She typed Emily pointed at the time using the cursor then wrote "it's too close to time. I have to get going. Have a good day Aiko!" Emily grabs her things and goes. Aiko fell to the Taskbar in defeat, sitting down.  She reopened her previous video and lip synced it again.

Now actually alone Aiko decides to use some time opening up the explorer of the files. She wants to learn about her creator and friend, the first thing she learned was her full name, Emily Hawthorne.  Going through she found Emily's resume that she seemingly recently updated, date suggested that it was updated within a week. She looks at it in disgust. She stops herself from writing on it. The resume shows she has a bachelor's degree in business marketing and computer science with a minor in animation. Emily has worked 4 jobs, all for about a year each.  And based on writing her current job in her job history, with a plan to leave this one too. Aiko can't stand looking at the words of the resume, it feels so fake to her. She hops back into the folder, makes a copy of it and renames the copy "Emily's worksona." Before moving on, she goes to the pictures folder and inside are more folders. 

She goes into the first folder where she finds old photos and such. She uses context clues to see Emily has a very popular older sister, a dad who looks grumpy in every picture and the most photogenic mom, possibly ever, not that Aiko would know any different. Poor Emily obviously takes from her father, while her sister takes from their mother. As she looks at the the photos she finds a photo of Emily all dolled up, the photo was titled "Before the disaster" Aiko worried about the implication. She found a picture of a boy. It was renamed "the one that got away." It looked like a yearbook photo.  Aiko silently giggled, the plans to bring this up inevitable.

She goes back and moves into the next folder which had even more folders in it. Concept art, 3d models, renders, etc. She even finds her own file in it, which was odd because it was blank, until she walked up to it, then it became a mirror. She started posing in front of it. She playfully assumed it was a mirror and even thought to kiss it, to her surprise she didn't feel glass against her lips, but her lips. She pressed her hand against it with the same effect. She can't go through the image preview because her mirror self is too exact. She shrugs and moves on, giving herself a wink as she walks off. That's when she noticed the name of her file "idol 3, Aiko" She is confused why she's number 3. She looks through files until she finds the folder labeled "passion project, idol jam"

Once there she goes into the text files to find that her character is, the best friend of the main idol from before she became an idol. Someone who joined because her and the main do everything together. She looked at herself asking if she's even important to the story... if Emily planned on removing her character from the story. Because to her, she sounded like a temporary character. She looked at the main and second idols, in complimentary colored outfits... she felt anger, that even she felt was probably unjustified. She felt like she was an afterthought. She tries not to be hurt. Surely Emily had an explanation. 

She kept looking and found so much research. Maps of towns in Japan, photos of certain locations, even the names of concert halls, most small, one large. She could tell it was meant to show progress of the group. She found the concept art and in every concept art her character is usually behind the main two. What she doesn't find is songs... or music of any kind. It felt off to Aiko that Emily was writing an idol story with no music. She again assumed Emily would explain if asked. 

She found next Emily's old college work. As she looked through this folder she could see Emily was really smart, smarter than Aiko felt like she was. She looked at words she felt like she'd never be able to pronounce, assuming she could speak at all. She felt dim looking at Emily's college work.  She decided to be done looking at Emily's files at this point. She closed the document explorer and walked over to the right side of the Taskbar to see the time. She sighed, letting out a visual sigh cloud like in an anime. It was 3pm, there were still two more hours until Emily got off work.

She looked for one more thing to do. She found a game library service and opened it. She opened a game that turned out to be an idle game. It seemed like a good time waster to Aiko, especially once she got it small enough to play without running around. After what felt to her like 20 minutes, it was actually 5:30 and Emily was home. Emily opened the word document and wrote “sorry I'm late. I grabbed something on the way home.” Aiko, genuinely confused, went to her keyboard and wrote “what did you grab?” Emily showed Aiko a box for a headset. Emily wrote “I wanna test if you can hear me, so I got me a headset with a mic. I've never needed one before so I didn't have one.” Aiko waved her arms excitedly and sat in suspense. Emily plugged it in and the computer recognized the device. Emily spoke “he-hello?” Aiko waved her arms even more, waving as if saying “hi” over and over. “I guess you can hear me now.” Aiko started hopping up and down, she basically forgot ever being upset at Emily. Emily looked at what she was playing “you got far in the idle game. Let's play another game together!” Aiko nodded excitedly.

So here we learn about Emily, through Aiko's eyes. Just thought it'd be a fun idea.

[sea-owl]

so, we have the stepdad antony au and the stepdad benedict au, so, what about the stepdad colin au? maybe penelope, tired of waiting for him, accepted the offer from a sick gentleman asking for an heir to not loose the fortune to one of his cousins

they have one son, baby Lucas, and the guy dies soon after and Penelope is left as a rich widow, and she absolutely thrives, it makes balls easier and wistledown even easier, but then, colin comes back, eager to meet his "friend's" baby and finds himself both falling love with her and gaining immense fondness for the boy

So ironically enough, I was waiting for this as soon as I got the stepdad ask for Benedict, and started a stepdad but not really stepdad au for Colin. (I wanted to spice it up) Also, weridly enough, I've been imagining all the stepdad aus in one au so it's like how can Colin top his brothers in this one?

So after Colin says he will never marry/court Penelope, a few too many drinks at the closing ball of the season lead to Penelope being pregnant. Penelope, remembering Colin's words, takes a page out of his book and runs. She takes some of her Whistledown money and brings it to Portia. Acting as if the lord who got her pregnant paid her to be a mistress and then paid her off to keep quiet.

Portia is ready to fly off the handle until Penelope reminds her that the Featherington estate needs an heir. Prudence has yet to marry, Felicity is too young, and Philippa still remains without a child. Portia then learns which of her children inherited her scheming genes.

Penelope leaves for the Featherington country home, about a day and a half travel from London. The official story is that there is a soilder who asked for Penelope's hand. As a wedding gift Portia gave them the Featherington country home where Penelope is currently traveling to so they can wed. Once Penelope gets to her new home, the story goes she was already wed to her soilder, but now he has to return to battle. No one doubts her as Mrs. Varley forged a beautiful marriage license and document where it is agreed the soilder takes Penelope's last name. She writes fake letters to her soilder husband who she sends to Portia, who then burns them.

Whistledown is still in business, even with Penelope out in the country. Genevieve Delacroix is the one to thank for that. Every piece of gossip she hears, she sends it directly to Penelope through a private carrier. Penelope then writes her article with that knowledge and then sends it back to Genevieve to hand off to the printer. Whistledown may not print as often, but that doesn't slow down its popularity. If anything, it made people crave it more.

Penelope gives birth to Agatha and Thomas Featherington. The Featherington estate has its heir. When the twins are two, Penelope and Portia feel secure enough that they can kill off Penelope's soilder husband.

The twins are five when Penelope returns to London for Felicity's debut. Colin, who has heard of her marriage and widowhood, who still remembers their drunken night together, takes one look at the twins and immediately clocks them as Bridgertons.

Now, back in London, Penelope makes the decision to stop Whistledown. The estate and training Thomas is her responsibility now. She has to focus on that. Besides, she's well off from her funds, and she can also focus on writing something else now.

Colin corners her one day and she tells him he made it clear he did not want her other then to bed. Why would she trap herself and her children in a marriage with him he does not want? They make a deal where he can get to know the children, he is their biological father, but no matter what in the public eye their father is Penelope's dead soilder.

Turns out Agatha and Thomas really like stories, and they love hearing about all the adventures Colin has been on. They also love making up stories and 7 times out of 10 want Colin and Penelope to play the hero and heroine who fall in love. That may or may not be them signaling for their parents to kiss.

Colin becomes enamored with the two little humans he helped make, and realizes the love he has for their mother. He discovers he wants to be their father, even if the world thinks him nothing more than a stepfather.

Agatha and Thomas like the funny man who reminds them of the stories their mama told them about their papa. They wish he could be their papa. Then they learned the term remarriage, and that it wasn't uncommon for widows and widowers of young children to remarry quickly. They start to make their own schemes.

Colin quickly catches onto the schemes and plays into them. Penelope, bless her, is a bit distracted to not catch on as she is now head of the Featherington family. The twins will play into this by telling Colin their mama needs rescuing from the evil paperwork. Thus starting a game of pretend. (Colin will try to help Penelope to the best of his ability rather by knowledge of potential business partners or by distracting the twins)

Then Cressida makes her claim, Penelope writes one final article, Colin follows her to the church, and then carriage scene. Upon returning to Featherington house, Colin finds out Agatha and Thomas knew about Whistledown to the extent that it was their mama who wrote it. (Penelope didn't need to hide it as much in the countryside) Colin gets Penelope to agree to a marriage by swearing if someone found out Agatha and Thomas would be protected.

The twins get excited jumping up and down happy that, "Papa is acting like a hero! Just like the stories, Mama and Papa are going to live happily ever after!"

Colin starts crying. He never thought Agatha and Thomas would call him papa.

Despite the public story of Agatha and Thomas being Colin's stepkids there are some eyebrow raises when they are among other Bridgertons.

Anthony does find out that Agatha and Thomas are blood Bridgertons when Colin tells him of the plan to reveal Lady Whistledown. Anthony wants to do something but really what can he do? Colin and Penelope are already married.

In their teens, Agatha and Thomas will be told the truth when they find their real birth certificates and find out their mama hyphenated their last names to Featherington-Bridgerton.

[girlactionfigure]

Dutch Resistance Hero: Diet Eman

She felt it was her duty as a Christian.

Diet Eman was a Dutch Resistance hero who, at 22 years old, risked her life to save dozens of Jews during the Nazi occupation of Holland.

Born in The Hague in 1920, Diet grew up in a loving Christian family. Her father’s design business was hit hard by the Depression and the family had very little money, but it was a happy childhood. For Diet, the war began on May 10, 1940, when Hitler invaded the Netherlands. Diet’s brother-in-law was killed that first day. Inspired by their strong Christian faith, Diet and her fiancee Hein Sietsma immediately formed a resistance group and enlisted their friends and family to join the fight.

They began by listening to banned BBC war news broadcasts, and sharing the information with everybody they knew. When the Nazi invaders began enacting anti-Semitic legislation, Diet’s work became more important and more dangerous. She found a house for her terrified Jewish friend Herman, who was marked for deportation. Hein, who had read Hitler’s autobiography Mein Kampf, knew what was in store for Jews in Holland. Together Diet and Hein found farmers to shelter Herman, as well as his sister, his fiancee and her mother. They continued their efforts and found safe houses for 60 Dutch Jews, saving them from almost certain death at Auschwitz or Sobibor. Some of the Jews were placed in cities, others in small villages or rural farm areas.There were so many Jews in need of help that Diet spent most of every day and night on her bicycle, delivering false ID papers and ration cards to people in hiding. Diet later said, “In the beginning you have no idea what risk you are taking. Then, you’re so deep in it, you can’t go back.”

The Gestapo raided a safe house and found Diet’s diary. Knowing she was about to be arrested, Diet fled from her home and moved in with a family on a remote dairy farm. She took on a new identity, and continued her resistance work from the farm, tracking the movements of German troops and supplies.

On April 26, 1944, Hein was arrested. Knowing she was next, Diet once again changed her identity and base of operations. Continuing her work with the resistance, Diet traveled by train with illegal documents to distribute. On the train, Nazi officers asked to see her ID, but it was clearly fake. She was forcibly removed from the train for questioning. Diet knew that once the Nazis found the fake documents, she would most likely be executed on the spot. But there was no chance to get rid of the documents, until a stroke of luck she later attributed to Divine intervention. One of the officers had a new plastic raincoat, a brand-new invention, and the others were so fascinated by the coat that Diet was able to toss the documents into a nearby trash can without being noticed.

Diet was arrested for the fake ID and sent to a concentration camp. She was employed in the laundry, where her job was to wash bloodstains off clothing worn by executed prisoners. The work was so difficult that she suffered an emotional breakdown. At her trial, Diet did such a good impersonation of a dim-witted housemaid that she was released. She continued her brave work delivering false documents, endangering her life with every trip by bicycle or train.

After the war, she learned that her beloved Hein had died at Dachau. Diet moved to America, where she got married and raised two children. She didn’t speak about her wartime heroism until 1978, when she spoke at a “Suffering and Survival” conference. People were so interested in her story that she began writing her memoir, “Things We Couldn’t Say,” which was published in 1994. “It Is Well,” a ballet about Diet’s actions during the war, was performed for Dutch King Willem-Alexander on a royal visit to Michigan in 2015.

Diet received thanks from many world leaders including General Eisenhower in 1946 and President Reagan in 1982. She was honored as Righteous Among the Nations by Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem in 1998. Diet died on September 3, 2019, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. She was 99 years old.

[honorary-bad-kid]

I just saw your post and I'd LOVE to hear about your starship pmmm au, something I didn't know I needed but know I'd die for

GAUSIDOSHSJSJSJSHDNDKSKSJSDN HOLY SHIT ILY THANK YOUDYDIUDGDGD)NDBDU (can u tell i’m excited to talk about this)

OK FIRST OFF I HAVE A REFERENCE SHEET

HERES A MORE FLESHED OUT VER OF HIS BACKSTORY (also their weapon did change it is a spear so they can kebab pincer like how they did in the og starship) they were a familiar of the overqueen witch also know as Queen Entoma (i wrote her name out in witch runes :3) —

— when a couple years back a powerful team of magical girls died in the labyrinth, they’re soul gems breaking sent out some magical energy which cause some nearby familiars (bug, roach, bugette, the mosquito bros + sweetheart) sentient. bug spent most of their time sentient finding random stuff that the magical girls left behind, believing them to be lost and was able to somewhat learn japanese from it ANYWAY later feb wanders in, mistakenly thinking the rest of the gleeful 4 (her group) was in there and then got hit in the eyes by a web of a spider-like familiar and was blinded, calling out for her team, bug finds her and helps her out, pretending to be another magical girl, before feb can see them they run back to the labyrinth and finds kyupin (kyuubey + pincer) and decides to wish to be a magical girl! turning into a teen girl along with fake documents and an apartment (the wish was like specifically “I wanna be a human magical girl, with a life outside of this place!” that’s why the fake documents n apartment were created) she starts going to mitakihara and meets up with feb again and becomes the now fifth member of the now gleeful 5 (their first meeting is similar to that of madoka and homuras in the second timeline where homura was like ‘OMG IM A MAGICAL GIRL TOO!!!’) but little does bug know the more he uses their human form the more her soul gem gets darker (if they turn into a witch they’ll just make another overqueen but will still be bug, so then there would just kinda be 2 overqueens) ALSO I MADE HEIGHT CHARTS

also i didn’t talk a lot abt the other characters but i’m planning on tootsie noodles n krayonder (maybe jr too ??) being magical girls (specifically a duo/trio who sometimes work with the gleeful 5) anyway jr is the son of the like mayor of mitakihara or a descendant of the founder (haven’t decided) so his family is kinda famous :3 he and feb are the most popular kids in school, the rest of the gleeful 5 are popular by extension but bug a little less because… to the other students something is just… off about her? only feb really seems to not have any wariness towards them. tootsie noodles and krayonder are also kinda popular because krayonder is specs childhood friend and tootsie has been hanging around mega girl recently and she doesn’t seem to mind. OH YEAH I DREW FEB

also here’s mitakihara uniform bug

anyways up is also taz’s adopted father !! Also for nationalities and parent situations and wishes !! for the ones who i’ve figured out what they wished for and haven’t said yet :3 Bug pretends to be from America and they recently moved to japan after their parents died cause that was where they were born and their parents are from so their only relatives live here, febs parents are americans who moved to japan before she was born and when taz’s parents died they had a brief friendship the year before so she wished for taz to be able to still stay with a relative, taz is half japanese half spanish, taz’s parents died a year ago (in this they are all 15 except for up and also if ur like ‘wow these are some tall 15 yr olds’ I KNOW but like… 15 year olds nowadays r either really tall or really short) and up, being their only living relative (like distant uncle) taz had to move in with them, she wished for the ability to be strong (mainly so she could get through the death of her parents) but it made her more closed off and angry, but did make her physically strong, jr is half japanese half american and his parents are FUCKING LOADED but never home, he wished for power and popularity, krayonder is japanese and has a good life even if he moved around a lot when he was younger he was still able to keep in contact with specs, coincidentally, that’s also what he wished for! tootsie is half american half japanese and was raised on a farm, his family moved to mitakihara recently, I CANT THINK OF A WISH <\3 mega girl is japanese and lived in mitakihara her whole life, her parents were closed off and indifferent about most things but unlike them, she was pretty emotional, when she went through her first heartbreak (it was baaad), she wished for the ability to feel less, and now only has slight inklings of feelings instead. specs is japanese and i honestly have no idea for but her mother was a teacher at mitakihara uni and her father was a engineer, she wished for the ability to be as smart as her parents want her to be. Up is spanish and moved to japan recently when he found out that his distant niece had no home and didn’t want her to go through the foster care system, he also found out about the magical girl thing when he asked taz about why the ring she kept wearing recently kept changing between a bright red and a murky red, and taz was kinda shocked but shocked enough that she just told him about being a magical girl. Up is an old war veteran also and his house became the DHS (designated hangout spot) for the gleeful 5.

OH YEAH they r also all gonna get alt names, not just bug :3 but I haven’t figured those out yet, I also haven’t drawn the other chars yet so that’s why there’s only feb and bug art :3 ALSO I’m planning on turning this into a fic !! I’m not the best writer and still need to find somebody to beta it but SOON.

[ryosei-hime]

I got tagged by @ernmark​

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(yeah I’m not doing that. I don’t even know that many people on tumblr. see it, feel free to consider yourself tagged.)

Strap yourselves in. I have so many wips because I keep starting things and not finishing them because of writer’s block. All Helluva Boss unless stated otherwise. 

Fics I stopped after their last chapters first then individual documents.

Love and Loathing - Fizz learns self love through a Robo Fizz (Fizz x Ozzie x Robo Fizz)

Raising Hell - Loona x Sallie May

Murder of Mirth - a Stolitz AU I did a lot of research for to set it in the 1700s-ish but then never followed up on.

Stolitz AU - Hellhound Discussion - a short bit from Murder of Mirth

Crim x Reader - Pretty self explanatory.

Epilogue Chapter 13 - The second to last chapter to my longfic Sex and Therapy. I don’t tend to name them til they’re done.

Body Language of Abuse - A script for a video I had intended to make on the last episode but got too scared to post because I’m not a youtuber lol.

Epilogue Scraps - scraps from or for various chapters in Sex and Therapy. I actually have four or five of these, numbered appropriately.

Wedding Episode Scraps - bits and pieces of the final chapter of Sex and Therapy not yet put into a cohesive whole.

Road Trip - Lannah and Cog’s road trip to Greed to get a replacement part for Fizz in Sex and Therapy.

Robo Fizz x Everyone - a list of ships and synopses for a one shot project I’d like to do where I ship Robo Fizz with everyone.

Robo x Woobly - the first in that series.

Striker x Robo Fizz - the second in that series

Robo Fizz vs Wally Wackford - a fun idea for a pitch that didn’t end up happening when working on One Helluva Zine

Blitz and Loona Anniversary - Blitz trying too hard to celebrate the anniversary of adopting Loona

Untitled - started after episode 7, Loona finding Blitz when she comes home from her party at Tex’s

Striker x Stella: Cleans Up Good - Stella needs Striker to act as a body guard at a fancy event

Prompts - Angel x Blitz - a request from twitter that I started but didn’t finish.

Prompts - Lilith x Stella - Same

Fitzo Purring - posted what I had during Fitzo week but never finished it

Real or Not, People Love Me - was supposed to be a look at Robo Fizz and real Fizz experiencing what it’s like to be fake in two very different ways

Fizz Dating Sim - A Robo Fizz dating sim I started writing a million years ago that I’ve been thinking of going back to and adding a real Fizz option for.

Fizzarolli x Reader x Robo Fizz - this one’s been sitting undone a loooong time

Stage Sex - another Fizz x Reader that I started and never finished.

Biggest Fan - A degradation smut piece involving Fizz’s creepy fan from episode 7 that I had legitimately forgotten about

Fizzmodeus: Robo Fizz Origins - an idea I had for a fizzmodeus fic set during the time the Robo Fizzes were being conceived and built.

Fizzmodeus Museum Date - Fizz takes Ozzie to a children’s interactive science museum for a date, shenanigans ensue.

Baking - Fizz bakes Ozzie a Valentine’s surprise but it gets ruined

Fizz x Ozzie - Beauty and the Beast - An AU I started working on but stopped, inspired by art by pyronormal on twitter.

Krem - Fizzarozzie - Something I was writing for @/kremlin_art on twitter :P

Laugh, Laugh, Cry Chapter 3 - Continuation of a short chapter fic I had planned with Robo Fizz x Angel Dust

Unhealthy Obsession Chapter 12 - My Robo Fizz OC Ransom spending some time infiltrating Ozzie’s and Fizz’s

Ozzie and DumDum - a very short late birthday present for @/the_ratbus on twitter featuring DumDum (a robo fizz oc) being genuinely nice to Ozzie when he’s usually a rat bastard.

Mansplaining - Ransom asking Mammon lots of questions that he totally knows the answers to

Ransom vs Robo Con - Ransom is a guest speaker at a Robo Fizz convention. It all goes terribly wrong.

Greed - Angsty look at Mammon in Unhealthy Obsession, set soon after Fizz breaks up with him.

Hickies - Ransom learns what hickies are and wants them despite it being impossible for him to get them.

Dancing Lessons - Mammon teaches Ransom to dance

Kisses Experiment 2 - Ransom x Mammon. Ransom getting kisses all over

First Time - Ransom x Mammon. Not the first time they have sex but the first time Ransom has a certain reaction during lol.

Stolen Kiss - Ransom steals a kiss and Mammon “punishes” him for such impudence.

Sword and Shield Scraps - bits and pieces of writing ahead with my Hazbin OC story.

Scavenger and Val - A specific encounter between Valentino and my OC Scavenger in Sword and Shield.

Jo vs Scavenger - a fun fight scene I needed to practice because of some interesting mechanics between these two OCs.