#zizi answer

[zephartchives]

Adding to the ask pile you have. Hi bbgggggggg :]

(Insert knowledgeable question here cuz I can't think of one)

HIIII! Hii, Sweets! :3

That zero manages to be both a non-negative and non-positive integer yet is neither negative nor positive is just one of the unique properties of the number. In fact, there is a group of these strange characteristics called the properties of zero.

The addition property of zero says that if you add or subtract zero from any other number, the answer will always result in the other number. 5+0=5 and 9,000,017-0=9,000,017, for example. It reflects the concept of zero as representing nothing -- so nothing added to something leaves that something unchanged -- zero is the only number that doesn't alter other numbers through addition or subtraction.

The additive inverse property of zero reflects its position as the fulcrum between the negative and positive integers. Any two numbers whose sum is zero are additive inverses of one another. For example, if you add -5 to 5, you arrive at zero. So -5 and 5 are additive inverses of one another.

The multiplication property states what every third-grader knows: Multiplying any number by zero results in a total of zero. It's obvious once ingrained but perhaps the reason is overlooked. Multiplication is, in one effect, a shortcut for addition. 3x2 is the same as 2+2+2, so the idea that a number can be added zero times or that zero can be added to itself any number of times is mathematically senseless [source: Carasco].

The concept of dividing by zero is even more senseless, so much so there is no property for it; the concept simply doesn't exist since it can't be carried out. Even mathematicians often struggle to explain why dividing by zero doesn't work. The reason is essentially related to the multiplication property. When dividing a number by another number, for example 6/2, the result (in this case, 3) can be meaningfully plugged into a formula where the answer multiplied by the divisor equals the dividend. In other words, 6/2=3 and 3x2=6. This doesn't work with zero when we replace 2 with it as the divisor; 3x0=0, not 6 [source: Utah Math]. The concept of dividing by zero is fraught with illogical consequences, so much so that its mythical destructive power has become a joke on the Internet.

There is also the property of the zero exponent; because of the existence of negative exponents, numbers to the negative power, numbers to the zero power always equal one. Although this works mathematically, it too presents logical problems. Chiefly, zero to the zero power still equals one, although zero added or subtracted to or multiplied by itself should equal zero [source: Stapel].

Behold, the power of zero.

[stressforu]

"you know how to ball, i know aristotle" PLEASE A FIC WITH THAT TREND BUT ITS RIN PLSZPLSZPSLZZLSLZLZLZ IM BEGGIIGN YKU AHAHSHSBXBCBXBXH

fic comin' right up ‼️

[shinyshade8026]

GIGGLE

this shit all started from a post you made A WHILE AGO when we first met and you asked people to ask questions abt bomberry so i did :3

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now we’re here ☠️

YAH!!

[zaneswhite]

this is a genuine question, as a white trans guy who grew up surrounded by cishet white baptists in a town so small that it doesnt have a walmart or mcdonalds: i have only learned of the words stud and stem within the last 5 years. but i have just now learned of the words bulldyke and bulldagger. im literally just unaware of these terms, so im sorry if i shouldn't be using them so straightforward in a sentence like this and please do let me know if i shouldn't. my question is, is the term Bull appropriated from poc vernacular? i have seen the term bull used before in predominantly gay men's communities, and of course as a term in the (predominantly cishet) cuckoldry communities. (and i could have just been oblivious the whole time, but i also didnt pick up whether or not a bull is usually a poc?) but i have never seen bull used in the way that you mentioned in that comment on a post that you reblogged. i feel like i may have some reading to do.

Words like bull and buck being used to describe black men came from slavery. Black people were literally considered a cattle equivalent, hence the farm animal association. We were considered farm tools in the same cows were.

“Bulldagger” is a word used to describe a black lesbian woman who had “masculine mannerisms” like being very strong, being emotionally reserved, and being gentlemanly. And yeah, it was only used for black women. Black drag kings, casual black cross-dressing women, black butch lesbians, so on. The word was originally not considered offensive in the black community during 1920s Harlem but y’all know, certain people gotta ruin a good thing.

(Disclaimer, I’m not a lesbian, just a black queer who dresses masc and hits on men and women alike. I’ve been referred to as a bulldagger before by older black women so I be knowing things but not all the things. Black lesbians please add to this if you wish.)

[gritpyre]

Hello,it’s me again with a few more questions regarding your original characters and universe they live in,hope I’m not overstaying your welcome in the ask box:

1)I noticed that Alma usually wears a skull in her werejaguar form.Is this some kind of magical object?Is it more like a mask or it becomes one with her skin?

2)How did Alma get that big scar on her chest?Does it has something to do with her death?If so who gave her it?

3)You once drew Alma with,presumably,her team.But apart from Mercedes Gaitán,we don’t know anyone from here(pls correct me if I’m wrong,my eyesight is poor).Who are they and what do they do (kill cursed werecreatures, fight the gods,etc)?

4)Who is Valor?Are they werejaguar too?Are they important to your main storyline?

5)Who is Silvia Historia?Were they and Guerrero friends once? If so, what happened between them that made Sylvia call Alma a monster in one of your fanarts?

6)I remember seeing Alma interacting with @for-the-love-of-angst OC Zizi.What kind of relationship do these two have?

7)And finally,perhaps the most important question among all the asks I bombarded you with for the last months:

Can Alma purr?

i greatly appreciate your questions so really don't worry about that fam ✌️ though it shames me to admit some of the subjects of these questions have been scraped or changed askjdaskdajsd orz but let's go one by one:

So if she was a normal werejaguar this wouldn't happen but since her curse is so unstable her lycan form tends to degrade/decompose and her face is usually the first thing to go. The meta reason is that i've always been a fan of monsters with skull heads and wanted to give her that design choice

Salazar is to blame thought it has to do more with Amaranta's death and Alma's uuuuh resurgence if you can call it that, confusing i know but i'm working on revealing the details someday i promis

3. Now this is an idea that got scraped 😔 perhaps i will recycle her old team into new characters/concepts but the only one i kept is Magdalena, and instead of the leader of that group she now will be a high ranking clergywoman possibly, the team was originally people that got semi successful curse treatment called bloodseers

4. Valor is a weremargay! she is the twin of Vega, Alma's old lover. The twins, Thiago and Alma have known each other since they were in their early teens; though their friendship remains important, Valor's current predicament is more of a tragic collateral damage

5. Another character that got scraped orz, however that's because I used a lot of her personality and story beats and fused them with other ideas i had to create Cadejo Blanco! so she lives on, in a way

6.

if Alma wasn't so hellbent on destroying her own happiness the adoption papers would've been signed by zizi ages ago 😔 honestly their relationship deserves a post of their own because me and my good friend @for-the-love-of-angst probs have a book's worth of roleplays between these two :'D

7. Alas i might break your heart here but she can't, which is in line with how jaguars work irl since they can't purr either. However they sorta do something similar where they growl with their mouth closed when pleased, sample below (i know it says purring jaguar but big cats can't purr askdjsakdj):

that's what Alma can manage

[whump-queen]

🥺🥺🥺🥺*infinite hugs you back*

[knifekris]

im sorry im desperate to know what pages made u cry now

had to reread to find them all n now im weepy in the breakroom T_T zizis name and design off the bat make me feel so tender..

ill actually post this one since its been in ur promos. the crash in the background of these two panels is heartshattering and makes me pause every time

the first page/panels i always think of when considering my favorites is of course the scene where zizi sees the little terrarium in the lounge and presses their face against the glass to look at the insects. "bugs! like me!" fucking gets me, especially when amalthea takes the chance to talk about how he's made attempts to feel 'more at home' specifically with fireflies-- there IS a place for zizi here, there is a home, it just needs to be found T_T

on the same note. "you hold the keys to my room and you say to me 'this is for your own good'" "i came to an entirely different planet and nothing in my tiny little world has changed at all" and zizi maintaining that "its hard not to care about where you came from. even if it hurts you. even if you hurt in it." like yeah all of these fucking. feelings exist together as one huge mess, they just want to be free, they just want to go home, they dont wanna die in there. they dont wanna die in there

JUST LOOK AT THIS KID IM SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM HAPPY

[lix-ables]

🥐 “i want a round 3” gf x “it’s 3 am, let me sleep you demon” bf!minho scenario bcs i found it fr suits minho, so credits to @/krpthemexhelpp on pinterest, and don't come after me

🥐 masterlist | do not repost or translate | words : 576. ©︎ lix-ables – MINORS DNI –

🥐 a thought similar i was having this morning as well, and it needed to be written ‹3

“babe,” minho mumbles in his sleep, his fingers wrapping around your wrist when he feels your palm reaching under the sheets to stroke his dick. “but i want a round 3,” you breathe into his ear, your chin now resting on his shoulder blade.

your leg comes to tangle with his own, as you shift closer to him, with your chest now against his back, and your hand makes its way to his chest, caressing him. “it’s 3 am, let me sleep, you demon,” he sighs, a groan escaping his lips when your hand travels back down just below his v-line, teasing him.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you smirk, your fingers reaching lower and lower every time you hear his breath hitch until he turns around to face you, his fingers now cupping your face – his thumb is resting on your bottom lip, caressing it once, before wrapping them slowly around your neck, pulling you closer in the process, while your fingers finally settle down on his tip, your thumb teasing it by leaving slow, delicate motions to it. “you’re talking back hmm?” he smiles, letting his fingers get tighter around your throat, getting a whine out of you, only to loosen his grip just to slip his index and middle fingers past your lips.

“mhmm,” you hum in response to his question, a smirk so visible on his face that you wanted to kiss those lips. “and why are you talking back?” minho raises a brow at you, curious to know your reply with your mouth currently stuffed with his fingers, so he removes them for a split second, for you to answer.

“just ‘cause,” you shrug at him, and he pulls you closer, so his dick was touching your thigh now, and you whimper at the feeling, your fingers eager to go back to finish your task.

“where do you want my dick now, doll?” he whispers, his fingers reaching to caress your hair, tugging at the end strands while doing so before continuing, “the first time tonight it was in that pretty, tight hole, and the second time was hitting the back of your throat,” he hums, watching you squirm next to him with his hooded eyes. he was sleepy, sure, but now he was pretty certain that he was as awake as his cock was.

“maybe back in your cunt, or how about let me slide it between those tits of yours,” he continues, his hands moving to cup your tits, pinching your nipple between his fingers when he says that. “words or i’m going back to sleep,” he reminds you when he hears a mumble leave your lips. “anywhere,” a hand moves to close the distance between you and him, when minho lets you close your thighs around his wrist, as he finds your clit to rub it. “anywhere?”

you nod, breathing heavily and panting, ready to hold onto his wrist when he moves faster against your clit, when you feel him slip a finger into you, and you’re ready to push him away. “maybe what you need, is to be coming for an hour. you can handle that right?” minho licks his lips, his free hand traveling to your lower back, holding you against his body, motioning for you to lift your leg up to rest it on his own, for better and easy access. “why stop at round 3 when we can have so many more, hm?”

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@fadinggalaxysalad

One: Age 7

 Tenya has been best friends forever (agreed upon with a firm handshake after Auntie Himawari read them the riot act when she overheard them wanting to swear on the Styx) with Izuku. Ever since Zizi Hizashi first introduced them when they were babies. Auntie Himawari (Zizi’s older sister who took them in) is Izuku’s Mama’s best friend so Tensei had to introduce his little brother. Everyone says they instantly got along even as toddlers. 

 Tenya loves being friends with Izuku. He does! It’s nice to be able to talk about the monsters they both see, and for someone to understand what it’s like having divinity in their veins. It’s what bound them together and it even is better that they both like heroes and analysis!

 Tenya is just annoyed he’s constantly dragging Izuku out of trouble!

 “Izuku!” Tenya said, grabbing his friend’s hand. It had taken five minutes to find the other boy, even with Grandad’s blessing to always know where he needs to go. “You can’t wander off!” Tenya frowned at his friend who pouted.

 “But Fatgum is fighting Chimera!” Like the actual one!” Izuku whined. 

 “No!” Tenya shook his head. It’s one thing to go look at villain fights, hunting down actual monsters wasn’t safe!

 “But-“

 “Izuku!” Tenya sighed. Izuku pouted more but nodded. 

 “Fine. Where are we?” Izuku looked around. 

 “Three streets from the store we were SUPPOSED to go and pick things up from,” Tenya sighed. At least it wasn’t his first errand. He’d be more upset about messing that up. Auntie Himawari at least understood being later thanks to monsters or Izuku being Izuku. “Come on.”

 “Should I shadow us?” Izuku asked. “Nico taught me a bit last time he visited.”

 “Sure,” Tenya said. Izuku smiled and then the shadows wrapped around them to bring them to the store. 

 At least they wouldn’t take to long this way. 

Two: Age 9

 Tenya wanted to cry as he put his face into his hands. Izuku refused to look at him, face warm as the villain threatened to kill them loudly.

 “This is your fault,” Tenya groaned, interrupting the monologue.

 “I’m sorry,” Izuku said.

 “Every time. Every time Tensei says we should avoid an area because of villains you want to see a fight.” Tenya said. 

 “I’m sorry!” Izuku said. 

 “You have no self preservation! Auntie Himawari is going to lecture you again. And me!”

 “Excuse me?!” The villain holding them hostage said as the hero who was trying to save them looked baffled. “I will kill you two?!” Both children looked at him dead pan.

 “No you won’t.” Izuku said before he stomped his foot. A piece of shadow darkened and a skeleton hand exited, the groaning voice of the undead coming from it. Izuku smiled as the villain stepped back, eyes widening upon seeing the horror exiting the portal. 

 Tenya put his face back into his hands. 

 They were going to be in so much trouble.

Three: Age 11

 “Izuku?” Tenya called out as he entered the alley. His friend didn’t answer, the son of Hades curled up into a little ball by a dumpster. Tenya moved closer and froze. Around Izuku was the destroyed remains of his notebook and homework. The green haired boy looked up with tear filled eyes, the word ‘VILLAIN’ written on his forehead in marker. “Izuku!” 

 “Tenya-“ Izuku’s voice croaked before they were hugging. Izuku buried his face into Tenya’s shoulder, crying. Tenya put his face into his friend’s hair, holding him tightly. 

 “I’m here Izuku. I’m here.” Tenya said softly. “I’m here.”

 (Later, Tenya would punch Bakugou Katsuki in the face. Later the Midoriya family would attempt to file a restraining order on the Bakugou family for not controlling their son when the boy showed up at their door yelling about ‘lying Deku’. They would be denied due to Izuku’s Quirk. Later Tenya would have Izuku join him at his school. Later when Midoriya Hisashi was finally arrested Inko could leave and get a new place to have her son safe. Later Izuku would confess his thoughts while he’d sat in that alley. 

 But right then, they just hugged.)

Four: Age 14

 “Izuku!” Tenya shouted, racing down the streets. Gods damn it, why did his friend need to be so damn imuplsive. Sure, stand to close to the number one hero and get dragged into the air! Real smart. More so when for some reason Tenya’s internal GPS glitched or something because he couldn’t find Izuku!

 The sound of explosions had Tenya changing course. That a hundred percent meant a villain fight. Meaning Izuku would be there. 

 And he was, looking darkly pleased. Tenya glanced to see the fight and had to withhold his own smirk. Seeing Bakugou struggling was a pleasant image. But…

 “Watch your grudge,” Tenya told the boy, nudging him. Izuku sighed.

 “I know. I’m going to offer help to Mt Lady.” Izuku said, jogging over.

 “Grudge?” a thin blonde man asked, obviously overhearing.

 “Izuku, my friend, has a history with that… boy.” Tenya sniffed. “He’s a bully and a ruthless brat, hating Izuku because his Quirk is ‘scary’ apparently.” They both looked to Izuku who was talking to Mt Lady, the woman nodding after a moment. A dark portal opened up near the slime villain and a skeleton warrior stepped out with a groan as Mt Lady reached through a similar portal Izuku opened up in front of them to grab Bakugou. 

 “... the portals or the skeleton?” the man asked.

 “Izuku can animate the dead. The portals are a side effect he can use. I don’t know why he summons them like that,” Tenya lied a little. ‘He’s a son of Hades’ was just a conversation he didn’t want to get into. 

 “Interesting… sadly I can see why someone may be… troubled by this but bullying?” The man shook his head. “It is a good Quirk for a hero. Armies ready to fight and portals to move swiftly.”

 “Thank you. Izuku doesn’t often hear that.” Tenya wished he did, wished his friend could see himself as amazing. But years of bullying did that. Coupled with Kaminari… Izuku’s cousin was a son of Zeus and the two had some epic rows about things. Kaminari wasn’t a bad person, but he certainly was a pain to Izuku. The boy got a bit better when he was confronted with how different people treated Izuku for his connection to death, having assumed for so long that everyone treated the Big Three kids like they treated Kaminari. But the damage was done.

 Tenya smiled at Izuku who was speaking to Mt Lady after they had freed Bakugou, the blonde screaming something that had the heroine scold him. His friend would be a fantastic hero.

Five: Age 15

 Tenya ran through the streets of Hosu, his heart pounding in his chest as his GPS told him where to go. Many would assume he was hunting Stain. He wasn’t, no. He was hunting for Izuku who had gone with Native for his work study. Native was a demigod as well, a death god even though Tenya didn’t know whom. While the Greeks and Romans liked to brag, other Pantheons kept quiet. Yet the death gods got along enough Izuku had been happy to work with the man. 

 Now though, Tenya only felt fear. Izuku was missing, Hosu was on fire and the last time anyone saw Stain he’d been in the city. Stain who someone caught ranting about proper heroes. Stain who had attacked Tensei, who only through the help of nectar could walk. 

 A skeleton was thrown in front of Tenya and he came to a halt, eyes wide seeing Stain follow as Izuku and Native came out of the alley with snarls. The dead were rising around them and oh, seeing this was… well it was…

 Tenya swallowed. Ah, that’s why Tensei was laughing at him yesterday.

+1: Age 15

 “You’re the one dating him,” Uraraka said to Tenya who sighed.

 “I am,” Tenya watched the screen as they replayed, again, the giant skeleton army sent after Overhaul when Izuku finally snapped. “They probably let him wander off alone.” 

 “Who let who?” asked a voice, and Izuku entered the room with Eri in his arms. The daughter of Persephone was cuddling her stepbrother sleepily, the tiny girl burying her face into his neck. “Zizi said she wouldn’t sleep,” Izuku told them, sitting on the couch to press a kiss to Tenya’s cheek. 

 “You wander off and suddenly a criminal organization is destroyed,” Uraraka teased. 

 “He’s been wandering off for years,” Tenya said in jest. Izuku shrugged, not looking apologetic as he leaned against his best friend, now boyfriend. 

 Tenya would always find him.

[zephartchives]

I really really like your characters!! Can you share some lore on them??

Omg, I'm so flattered- Thank you, Anon for this opportunity-;; I have a lot of lore on every single one of my little guys so I'll give you lore on the ones I'm currently focusing on (along with silly doodles) :3 This might be long so happy reading!

Lukas Reed: A morally unaligned criminal merchant and a scammer (And is a thief). His entire thing is to sell good and bad wares for entirely randomized prices but always makes sure he gets the better end of the deals. He's smug and cocky, and it, unfortunately, pairs well with his cunningness. His silver tongue and wits often make him an annoying foe to unaware enemies. He has a very hot and bothering side job of… being a cult leader and just drains the members' wallets for his false promises. He's not a criminal for selfish deeds (He is, just 60% of the reasons are not selfish) but he does it to protect his people and prevent tragedies that happened some years ago. Often he would prioritize other people he actually likes over himself.

Eanthal Fynn and Leaverette Nauna (Or just Ive): 2 close friends and colleagues of the past, Their bond was quickly snapped in half because of undisclosed jealousy and ignorance that lead to a huge accident that caused Ive's death in Ean's hands. Before Ive's death, he has a 'shadow' living in him that further amplified his negative thoughts and emotions that made him irrational in some cases. The shadow' living inside him soon possessed his body and brought him back to life as an entirely different entity and now roams around their nation for his and the 'shadow's personal deeds.

Now stricken with guilt and punished for the crimes he committed, Eanthal spent a few years behind bars and his entire life basically getting taken away from him. All he has left is himself and a single goal of going back in time to reverse back his mistakes and making sure at all costs his friend doesn't die ever. But there's one thing he's unaware he still has and will never leave him be. That is his chaos energy curse and it serves to ultimately kill him in the future if he continues his work.

Well, that's about it for now. Thank you!

[batty-bites]

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I have no idea how much I'll post uhhhh

Whatever, it doesn't matter, and BITE ME!

The system main is @shinyshade8026!!

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Name: Uzi Doorman

Nicknames: Uz, Zi, Zizi, Bat, Batty

Pronouns: She/It

Sexuality: Female leaning Bisexual

Partner: nobody rn...

System Role: ???

Species: Worker/Solver Drone

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#uzi utters - Answering asks

#uzi's nonsense - General posts

#uzi in - I'll use this tag when I come into front

#uzi out - Someone else will make a post with this for when I leave front

#uzi's mutterings - Vents

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I am near being an adult so like, suggestive things are totally fine or whatever. I guess I can deal with NSFW type things... Just don't push it.

[crowdsourced-webcomic-reviews]

The Guardians Dilemma: A Prisoner's Answer?

The guardian's dilemma's atmosphere range from claustrophobic, to cozy, homely, unsettling, upsetting, and cathartic. The story shows us, Irizi a child from a alien planet called Cleo whom crashes on earth where they meet a very much more transparently evil United states.

To that end, the US empire has aquired the services of Almathea, another alien hailing from the planet Haddal, offering his services in perhaps having a chance of brokering peace between the various empires and factions the US empire may face in the stars should they decide to extend their influence across the stars. (also should i add that he is the handsomeest man ive ever laid my eyes on)

Each chapter of the guardians is a slice of each character getting to know each other and establishing their dynamic Iziri is trapped in this facility, they're stuck underground in a place without windows, no sunlight, open air, skies, in a claustrophobic environment, in a clean tidy set of boxes, not unlike a coffin Hailing from a ship under the helm of a warmonger zizi has experienced a lot of trauma, and a lot of abuse. Something that the comic is very open about potraying trauma.

While almathea is under the thumb of an empire willing to go to war and expand, a parody of the United States, maybe one that's very open about it's intentions for space domination.

This story is very personal to me, the reality is that I guess I can feel my life running in a similar way to the premise, maybe the idea of being cooped up inside with no hope of reaching outside my insular bubble strikes a chord with me.

The name of the story is something I also really like, it's like an inversion of the prisoner's dilemma, something that's also called into attention in the comic.

The character could each betray something in their lives, Iziri could give valuable information to the US Empire whom is listening with a keen ear thus endangering the well being of their planet and cause war between these factions, or Almathea could leave Iziri to rot in their cell, or perhaps perish deep underground in some unknown facility.

Zizi is caught in a horrific situation, and also didn't escape unscathed from their UFO and their life circumstances.

This aspect of the story is something I also appreciate is how iziri's self harm scars aren't hidden away. The guardians dilemma actively shows you the effects of abuse and asks you to acknowledge them. And in turn perhaps you do come to an understanding, and from that maybe compassion.

And maybe the key lies in finding compassion for one another, when everything is at odds against you and your friends.

Cecil's art is really well made, the atmosphere of the guardian's dilemma is often dark, almost suffocating? characters are sometimes drawn against completely dark backdrops, like they're being swallowed.

Other times, it's cozy, soft, and reflective, iridescent maybe, shining even brighter with hope (against the circumstances), open and vunerable with alot to say.

It takes your hand firmly but gently through the ethical dilemma and delivers a very emotional conclusion I absolutely recommend checking out for yourself.

If it doesn't strike your fancy tons of other comics are available on Cecil's Kofi!!

You can find it here, along with his other works! https://ko-fi.com/s/14b64726a4 

[ddepressedbookworm]

what’s your favourite book and why?

hiii!!! i usually have 2 answers for this depending on who's asking

unhinged version:

this book series called all for the game by nora sakavic that is essentially a gay sports mafia story. i just like it cause it's fun lol

hinged??? + pretentious version:

idk if this like. counts and i just finished it so idk if it's recency bias but i really like this book called after democracy by zizi papacharissi it gives really good insight into how we as human beings think about democracy and how to improve our execution of it!

what's yours?

[crazyk-imagine]

Dog walks Lead to Confessions

Pairing: Jay Kelso x Forman!reader 

Characters: Forman!reader, Kitty Forman, Red Forman, Schatzi Jr, Leia Forman, Donna Forman, Eric Forman, Jay Kelso, Gwen Runck, Nate Runck, Nikki, Ozzie

Warnings: The circle, fluff, Schatzi babies, Kitty and Red as grandparents’ content, Gwen outing Jay’s crush on the reader, Jay and the reader being adorable during the circle, reader definitely knows how to smooze Kitty and Red like her mom (fake crying), the reader being Laurie’s daughter, Dad Kelso calling to say burn to Red and Kitty, reader and Ozzie being besties and making inside jokes because it’s how they show their love, pre-show by like five minutes, reader is protective of Leia

Word Count: 3,142

A/N: I needed something with Schatzi and Schatzi babies’ content and I did something about it. Ozzie and reader have been friends for ages and make these kinds of jokes all the time. 

Did I just realize that it’s Kelso and Laurie 2.0 but healthier as I’m close to finishing this? Maybe. Do I regret it? Honestly no

*Laurie realized she wasn’t fit to be a mother and the reader has been living with Kitty and Red ever since

*Reader knows all the kids but never became close to them until now

My favs, thanks for giving me the confidence to write for another fandom lol @myown-worstenemy-2003 @theapangea​

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You step through the sliding glass door, ready to close the door when you realize you can’t. 

You groan, “Zizi, come on.” The dog continues to sit there, staring back at you. “You know your father was so much better at listening. What happening between your generations?” 

“Who’s th- Oh my god! Sweetheart is that you?” 

You turn around, smiling widely at your grandmother. “Hi grandma.” 

“Oh, sweetie come here.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Why not? Are you sick? Is your throat hurting? Come here, let grandma take care of you.” 

You chuckle, loving her overprotective nature. “It’s not that, grandma.” You glance back at the unmoving dog. “Schatzi Jr. Doesn’t want to corporate today.” 

“Oh,” she waves you off, “Schatzi was the same way. Where’d you walk too today?” 

“Where do you think?” 

“Awz poor baby is just missing his father.” She walks past you, not without giving you a side hug before she picks up your precious little pup. “It’s okay,” she says, using her baby voice. “Isn’t it Schatzi Jr? It’s going to be okay because grandma Kitty is here to save the day.” 

You shake your head, “I swear he only likes you.” 

“Well, that’s understandable when she treats the dog like it’s a baby.” 

You spin around, hugging Red. “Hi, grandpa.” 

He smiles, pecking the top of your head before he moves over towards the kitchen table, unfolding his newspaper. 

“You know pretty soon the world is only gonna rely on the internet for a news update,” you tell him. 

“I’d like to see them try and pry this newspaper from my cold, dead hands.” 

You quietly chuckle to yourself, knowing that would be his answer. 

“Isn’t it early to be riling up your dear old grandpa?” 

“Hey.” 

He removes his glasses. “Don’t call me that.” 

“You’re right, dear was too nice,” Kitty starts laughing, feeling very proud of her joke. 

“Funny. Now, would you please get that damn dog off the counter. I don’t want my breakfast with a side of fleas. Those damn things were hard to get out of the carpet the first time.” 

“Schatzi Jr does not have fleas. You take that back, Red Foreman.” 

“Please, grandparents.” You stand between the two with your arms out. “Don’t fight with the grandchild in the room.” 

“Oh, you’re right, honey. We’re sorry. Right, Red.” 

“We fought when Eric was around and he's-” He pauses, realizing what he’s about to say. “We’re sorry,” he apologizes, adding your first name so you know he's serious. 

“Mkay, I’m gonna go change before Leia comes over.” 

“Okay, honey.” 

“She left that damn dog here.” 

You hear as the door from the kitchen to the living (and vice versa, depending on where you’re coming from) swings back and forth, beginning to close behind you. 

“Red!” 

“What?” 

“He can hear you,” Kitty says, covering the dog’s ears.  

Red looks over the top of his newspaper. “Good.” 

-

“Your cousins here!” You walk down the hallway, ready to turn the corner so you can go downstairs when your Aunt Donna stops, taking a deep breath. 

“Oh, hey,” she says your name with the same happy attitude she always does. 

“Can I help you?” 

She shakes her head, “no.” 

You ignore her and take the bags out of her hands. 

“Oh, thank you. You’re a really big help right now.” 

“Why didn’t Leia or Uncle Eric help you?” 

She raises a brow before taking the bags from your hands, setting them beside the bed. “I’m glad to see no one’s put up any posters in here.” 

“Me too.” 

“You don’t even know what Eric’s room looked like before you or Leia were born.” 

“Have you met him.” 

“Fair enough.” 

“Let’s go back downstairs. I wanna say hi to Schatzi Jr before you and Leia go out.” 

“Let’s go.” 

-

You hop down the last step, listening to Kitty tell you how careful you should be even though your young and your bones would heal much better than hers. “Okay, grandma. You got it.” 

“I still can’t get over how your Laurie’s daughter.” 

He chuckles, “you don’t act like her.” 

You stand in front of him, staring at him straight in the eyes and say, “I still don’t get how you’re their son. You don’t act like either of them.” 

Leia chuckles, holding her hand up for a high five. “Nice.” 

You give her a confused look. 

She awkwardly starts lowering her hand until you high five her earning a smile in return. “Alright.” 

“No, yep. Definitely Laurie’s daughter. A baby spawn of the devil.” 

“Dad!” 

“Eric!” 

You furrow your brows and start wobbling your bottom lip. “Grandma! Grandpa!” 

His eyes widen. “What? No. She’s faking it. She does this every time.” 

“That’s because you’re a punk and need to be taught a lesson.” 

“See! Faker! You- you- you’re just a big faker.” 

“It’s called acting uncle Eric.” You grab your leash and Leia’s hand. “I’m going to corrupt your daughter and have her join my cult while we walk Schatzi Jr.” 

Donna reluctantly sets your precious little pup on the ground so you can attach his leash to him. 

“You’re gonna let her get away with this?” 

“She’s only kidding, Eric,” Kitty assures him. “I think.” 

“Mom!?” 

-

“That was fun,” Leia comments. 

“As usual. It’s easy to rile up your dad.” 

“You’re not wrong there. Oh, can I go explore?” 

“Alone?” 

“You gotta walk him and I know you like to take your time.” 

“Fine, don’t let a murderer murder you.” 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” 

“I’m warning all murders with a fifteen-mile radius who’s out here on the streets.” 

She responds with a sarcastic chuckle. 

-

You down the steps outside of the basement and open the door, searching along the wall opposite of where the washer and dryer are. “Somethings off,” you mumble. A heavy sigh slips past your lips, “Leia.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why are there people here?” 

“Because this is the only place where we could hang out.” 

“I highly doubt that.” You turn around and die a little on the inside. 

“It’s you.” 

Your left eye twitches. “No.” 

“Yes,” Jay nods with a wide smile. 

“Ozzie?” 

“Oh no,” the boy shakes his head. “I am not a part of this.” 

“I hate you.” 

“Love you too.” 

“I’m gonna go now.” 

“Why not stay? Get to know us,” the girl sitting on the couch says. 

“One, PDA one and two won’t separate for a minute. Two, the weirdo sitting over there is just staring at me. And three, I... have plans.” 

“You can ignore everyone else here but do those “plans” include something we found in Candyland.” 

You let out a fake, loud, exaggerated gasp. “Yes, yes they do.” 

“Great. Anyone have a lighter?” 

“Please,” you say. “Okay, kids gather round, and I will get us started.” 

“Sweet,” Leia and the girl say. 

“Oh, I’m Gwen, PDA one is my brother Nate and PDA two is his girlfriend, Nikki. And the weirdo over there is Jay.” 

“You’re her cousin?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” 

“Leia’s cousin is the hottie that walks by my house every day,” he mumbles to himself. 

You narrow your eyes at him. “And you’re the weirdo who ducks down.” 

He struggles to give you an answer. 

“I’m gonna go get us some... refreshments for after.” 

“Good idea,” Gwen agrees. 

“I’ll come with you.” Jay hops up from the chair.  

You shake your head, “nope. I got it.” 

“I insist.” 

“Fine. Keep up.” 

-

“Okay, where and what am I grabbing?” 

“Top cabinets and chips.” 

“Cool.”  

“Please don’t try and act cool, this is supposed to be a quick and easy mission.” 

“I got it.” 

“What are you two doing?” 

You spin around to face your grandpa. You give him a sweet smile and tilt your head. “Hi, grandpa.” 

“I don’t want to know just take whatever you’ve grabbed and go away, preferably to someone else’s house so you can eat their food.” 

“You’re the best!” You two run back down to the basement. 

“That was amazing.” 

You shake your head, the smile never leaving your face. “It was nothing.” 

“No, I mean- I'm serious. Your grandpa is a scary guy and I- I froze up but you- you kept your cool and- wow.” 

“Okay, starstruck. Calm down. Who’s ready to be welcomed to my basement?” 

“Wha- how is it your basement? My dad hung out here with mom and their friends.” 

“I live here. Therefore, finders’ keepers, shut up, hit this and pass.” 

“Where did you pull this out of?” Your cousin asks. 

“I am a magical person.” You smile. 

Thus, the birth of the circle 2.0. 

“Hey,” Nikki aka PDA two says. “Aren’t you the one who helped me when I was having a bad hair day?” 

“Oh, yeah,” you start giggling. 

“I’m happy to see you took my advice.” 

“You were so right. Oh my god. I just told you; you were right. I don’t say that to anyone.” 

“Good to know.” You turn to the boy who’s resting his head on your lap just as Ozzie talks about how he can’t see anyone (since his chair is turned around). “Are you comfy?” You ask him. 

“Yeah.” 

“He’s had like- the biggest crush on you since first grade,” Gwen points to Jay before she starts laughing so hard, she falls out of her chair. 

“Oh no. Are you okay?” Leia asks the chair. 

“Does anyone else feel like their floating?” Nate voices his thought out loud. 

“You know what a good idea would be?” You say. 

Gwen stands up. “What?” 

“Lunch at the hub. I want fries. I’m going with or without you.” You open the door that leads to cement stairs. 

“Right behind you,” Jay trips over everything in his path (including the air) as he tries to follow you. “Hurry up, you guys.” 

“Don’t you think you’re being a little desperate,” Nate says to him. 

Jay scoffs, “no. We had a moment.” 

“And, who cares if he’s trying a little hard to get with the girl, he’s had a crush on since we were kids? Do you not think he should?” 

The boy struggles to respond. “No- no. That is not what I’m saying, Nik. I’m just- I don’t want him to get hurt. What if he thought they had a moment, but it was all in his head?”

She coos. “That’s so sweet. You’re just trying to save him from getting his heart broken.” 

“And you all wonder why I won’t invite my boyfriend to visit,” Ozzie tells Gwen and Leia. 

-

Jay stands beside you in line, fiddling with his hands, unsure of where to put them. 

“Do you know what everyone else wants?” 

“Huh?” 

You blink once, patting his shoulder. “Nevermind.” 

You two grab the food and walk back to the table, Leia, Gwen, and Ozzie sitting in chairs while you, Jay, Nate, and Nikki sitting in the booth seat. 

“Ozzie, this I got special for you.” You set a hot dog in front of him. 

“You know me so well and that’s why I got you this,” he grabs your hand, placing a circle pin in it. 

You open your palm to see the item and furrow your brows before realizing what he’s hinting at. You grab a fry and toss at him. “You’re such a punk.” 

“It takes one to know one.” 

“Good come back, Ozzie,” you tell him, voice laced in sarcasm. 

“Thank you.” 

You shake your head and put the pin in your pocket. You lean back against the booth turning to Jay when you realize his arm is behind you. 

He stops shaking his head and making faces at Nate to look at you, an awkward smile stretches across his lips. 

“Your arm is behind me.” 

“We- I-” He glances back at Nate, who gives him an encouraging smile. “To make more room?” 

You turn back to eating your fries, ignoring the looks Gwen and Nikki plus Ozzie give you. 

Leia takes notice of the shift and bops her head. “Oh, am I sensing-” She flinches, pursing her lips together to not cry out in pain. “Nevermind.” 

Nikki nudges you, feeling bad for the awkward blonde. She knows how hard your kicks can be... which is why she’s always on your good side. 

“What are we gonna do after this?” Gwen asks, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Movies!” 

You all turn to at Jay, shocked and concerned about his outburst. 

“Would you just excuse us for one second?” You grab him and pull him with you. 

“Did you puff a little too hard at the circle?” 

“No, I just- I don’t know how to say this.” 

You shake his shoulders, tired of the silence. “Just spit it out.” 

“I like you and I want to go out with you.” 

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” 

“Was that a yes or a no?” 

You glance back at the table and turn back to him. “Just us two?” 

“Yep.” 

“Let me finish my-” 

“I’ll buy you more after or tomorrow- whenever you want them, I will buy them, but I think we should leave before they try and follow us.” 

“Good point. Let’s go.” 

-

“Are they- no. Are they?” 

“Yes, Leia. They’re going on a date,” Gwen tells her. 

“My little boys growing up,” Nate sheds a fake tear. 

“Is this what it’s like to care?” 

“Aw, Ozzie,” Gwen teases him. 

“I don’t like it,” the shorter boy states.  

-

“What movie are you thinking of?” You ask Jay. 

“Uh- good question.” 

“You have no idea what you want to watch, do you?” 

“Nope.”

“Should take a gamble and ask the ticket guy to pick a movie for us?” 

“No,” he shakes his head. 

“Bad experience?” 

“Very. It was a rugrats movie.” 

“Oh, wow,” you cover your mouth to hide your laughter. 

“Scary movie?” He offers, expecting you to turn down the idea. 

“Awesome! Which one?” 

“Wait,” he furrows his brows. “What?” 

“What?” 

“You want to watch a horror movie?” 

“Yeah. Did… you not want to?” 

“No, I mean- we can. I just- I wasn’t expecting you to want to actually watch a scary movie.” 

“Are you kidding? I love ‘em. Leia, not so much. She stopped coming over for a little while after I rented Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” 

“You’re kidding.” 

“No,” you shake your head, not understanding the tone he’s using. 

“No, I mean- you’ve watched it?! Without needing to cover your eyes and- and- wow.” His arms sag in front of him as his jaw drops, staring at you with heart eyes. 

You ignore him and continue moving in line, telling the kid in the ticket booth you wanted two tickets to the most recent scary movie that came out a week ago. 

-

You keep talking, assuming that he’s keeping up with you until you look up and realize he’s still in the same position he was in before. You grab his hand and pull him behind you. “Do you want anything?” 

He owlishly blinks, still not listening to you. 

You roll your eyes and poke his cheek. “I don’t think you should be joining anymore circle sessions. They’re messing up your brain.” 

“Yeah. Wait! No. I’m fine, I’m fine.” 

“Whatever you say.” 

“Large popcorn is good. You know, then we can share.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “Fine.” 

He turns away from you to do a celebratory dance. 

“Stop it.” 

He smiles, standing beside you with his hands behind his back. “Never.” 

“I will leave you here.” 

“We walked.” 

“I will… leave my seat.” 

“No, not unless you want to miss the movie.”  

You sigh and wait for the movie to start. 

He chuckles. 

You grab a few pieces of popcorn. “Why are you laughing?” 

“You have no comeback which I think, according to my dad, is a burn.” 

“No, it’s not,” you shake your head. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” 

-

“So, what did you think of the movie?” He asks, wanting to make light conversation while you two walked back to your house. 

“It was fine.” 

“Fine. You totally found it awesome, didn’t you?” 

You can’t pretend any longer and squeal before grabbing his arm, shaking it. “I did. I really did. Thank you for suggesting the movies,” you pause, mentally cringing at your behavior and remove your hands from his arm. “I- uh- it was- it was fun.” 

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, finding your fangirl moment absolutely adorable. “Something you’d want to do again?” 

“I have no comment.” 

He smiles even wider, wrapping his arm around the back of your shoulders. “That’s okay because I know the truth.” 

You pretend like you didn’t push yourself further into his side and wrap your arm around his waist. 

-

You two stand in the driveway, unsure of what to do. “So…” you start to say something but trail off. 

“I,” he clears his throat. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m getting there.” 

“Could you get to the point?” 

“Why are you being so mean?” 

“I’m not-” 

“You are, and you know it.” 

You huff, “I’m not. You’re just… taking forever to get to the point.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“You do and I know it’s only because you don’t know how to say what’s on your mind which is so cute, it’s annoying. And-” You furrow your brows at the way he’s smiling. 

“Why are you smiling?” 

“You just called me cute.” 

“No, I didn’t.” 

“Yes, you did.” 

“No,” you walk around him, trying to go inside the house. 

“Oh, no,” he wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you closer. “You’re not going anywhere until you admit that you called me cute and how cute I am.” 

“First off, I did not. And second, no one is cuter than Schatzi Jr.” 

“Okay, fine. I’m cute but not as cute as your dog.” 

“He has a name.” 

He rests his head on top of yours, hugging you. “Just let me enjoy this moment before my girlfriend tries to compare me to her dog again.” 

“Girlfriend huh?” 

“Yeah… that’s what I wanted to say earlier.” 

“I know.” You can’t fight the smile stretching your lips from corner to corner. 

-

“Burn!” 

You furrow your brows. “Mr. Kelso?” 

“Oh,” he sounds sad. “You’re not who I wanted to answer the phone. Could you go get your grandpa or your grandma?” 

“I guess.” You pull the phone away, covering the bottom and shout for them. 

Kitty walks through the sliding glass door. “What’d you need, sweetie?” 

“Phone.” 

“I got it. Thank you, sweetheart.” 

-

You step out the door just in time to hear your grandma yell at your boyfriend’s dad. You turn and find him patiently waiting for you. “You ready?” 

“Oh, I’m ready but,” he bends down, scratching your dog’s head. “Is junior here ready?” 

“Yep. I bet it’s gonna be weird.” 

“What is?”

“You not needing to duck down from my view.”

“I did not.” 

“You did too.” 

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Follows from @angst-after-dark's piece here

-

There's a little coffeeshop down the road from the soup kitchen, and Jameson makes his way there, clutching a handful of dollars that Taron's friend had slipped him when he told her to fuck off and stop trying to make conversation. Then he'd apologized for telling her to fuck off. Then she'd given him the money.

He curls up on a couch in the corner. It's a million years old and sagging in the middle, but soft, and he can sit here sipping coffee until they ask him to leave. Dark clouds gather overhead, promising rain. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, as low as Robert's voice rumbling when he ordered Jameson out of the cage.

He misses Nanda's deeper growl, the purr always at the edge of every order given. Men always talk to him like that, low and deep. There are so many flavors of deep voices, so many different tastes on his tongue.

The thunder comes again, louder this time.

"Oh, Elsie'll be scared as shit," He mutters. Taron's goat - or, well, Zizi's really - didn't like loud deep noises like that. She'll be hiding in the barn behind haybales or something. Taron'll have to hunt around for her.

Well. Not his problem anymore. He'd seen the look on Taron's face after he hurt him, heard the get out of here that the man never said.

Jameson looks down, taking another sip. The coffee is good but it just makes the way his chest twists in hurt and... and guilt, cut a little deeper. He had known sooner or later that Taron would get sick of him. It was just a matter of time..

But he still feels like shit about it.

The little bell over the door rings as people come inside, probably just wanting out of the rain that had started to fall, droplets tap-tap-tapping. Jameson closes his eyes, fighting the saltwater heat stinging there. He doesn't cry anymore. Robert took every year he had left. He won't cry again.

He was stupid to think his broken brain was worth fighting for. His broken body, scarred and in pain all the time. The legs that some days don't work, and he has to pretend he doesn't want to do chores so he doesn't have to admit that he does want to help, but his knees won't straighten out without agony, his legs won't hold his weight. He was stupid to think some guy would want to deal with his nightmares and how sometimes he tastes the voices of people who have died, how nightmares wake him up screaming.

With all his scars and his fucked up bald patches, he isn't even pretty enough to earn it by opening his legs. Nobody wants a scarred slut.

Especially not one who pulls a knife when you're just trying to help him, the fucking moron.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Stupid-

He jams the palm of his hand against his eyelids, fighting the way his throat closes up, how badly he wants to cry. Not here. Not now. Not ever again.

The couch dips as someone sits down next to him, and he turns to snarl fuck off, can't you see I'm a fucking danger to you only to have the words die in his throat, the taste of them turn to nothing on his tongue.

Zizi, head tipped to one side, waggles her fingers in a wave. "Hello."

Jameson blinks.

Then he looks away, and-

Taron, lurking with hands in his pockets. Long sleeves cover the bandage Jameson knows is there on his arm. He looks as bad as Jameson probably does, the exhaustion written in his face and frame.

"What-..." He has to clear his throat, rubbing aggressively at tear tracks to pretend they never existed. He looks from one of them to the other. "Why the fuck are you here?"

Zizi is the one who answers. Her voice pops on his tongue, like always. If she ever kissed him he might melt into the floor. "We came here for you, Jameson."

"... Why?" His eyes go to Taron. The cold anger of this morning isn't there, not even when Jameson searches for it, for even a hint. He just looks tired, and... relieved. "I fucking cut your arm. You could have bled-"

"Gave myself stitches." Taron shrugs, as if discussing taking a short walk on a sunny day. "Done it before. Not such a deep cut."

"I'm..." He didn't know what to say. He had been thinking about leaving an apology note at the restaurant, taping it to the door and then disappearing again. Easier for them. Easier to understand that he knows he isn't wanted anymore.

Except-

They're both here.

"I'm not safe," He finally says, rasping, just above a whisper. "I have nightmares-... all the time."

Zizi puts a hand on Jameson's shoulder, thumb rubbing a little there, soothing. How she does this - touches without intent or coercion, only affection - is a revelation for Jameson. He can't remember anyone before the two of them who could touch him without demanding something in return.

Taron, where he stands, only nods.

"I wake up and I-I don't know where I am. I could... do anything. Hurt anybody. I hurt you. I don't want to-... But I don't know. I only see..." He trails off. "I only see Robert. Or Brute."

The two of them share a look, but Jameson doesn't see it. He's staring down at his coffee again. Outside, thunder cracks and the lights in the coffeeshop flicker. Someone laughs nervously across the room, acidic like orange juice.

"People who hurt you," Zizi says, voice low and soft. She moves close to him and something in Jameson's iron isolation cracks. He leans against her, lets his head rest on her shoulder.

"People who fucked me up," He agrees, eyes closed. "Better I stay off by myself, anyway. It could happen again. I could hurt someone again-... I don't-... I don't want to hurt someone again... But I wake up and I see him, and I know if I don't fight this time... it doesn't fucking matter. I hurt you, and you, you did the right fucking thing, telling me to go. I won't bug you anymore. I'll fuck off, and you don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Oh, honey," Zizi murmurs. Her arms go around him.

There's a silence.

Then, Taron says in his own soft, deep voice, "I didn't tell you to go, kid."

"... What?"

"Didn't... Didn't want you to go."

[whump-queen]

WE'RE FRIENDS ok fine u can poke me back. tho i only have two eyes to hurt. i can sacrifice one for the friendship

yeah the only poke you’re gonna get is me booping your lil nosey

now el on the other hand… that’s a different story ;)