#And that maybe he really does make a difference in the world because maybe it isn't all that bad and maybe he is doing something good with

[batsandbirdbrains]

Inspired by the one anon who asked abt fics where Dick turns out to be younger than people think he is and the recs that were given:

What if it’s like a scenario where Dick’s parents / the circus changed his age in documents so he could perform. And his age changed all the time on paper because different countries had different rules, even different cities/counties might not be the same as the one next to it. And so Dick sort of forgets how old he actually is most of the time, he just sticks with whatever his parents last told him.

And he was told he was eight when they were in Gotham. He was just short for his age because he’s a gymnast, that’s what they told anyone who questioned them.

In reality, Dick was five years old.

And by the time he remembered he should probably tell Bruce that, it’s already been too long. It’s several months after Bruce has taken him in, after he already has been Robin, and it just hits him one day that he’s going to be turning six in March. Bruce thinks he’s turning nine.

And Dick gets this horrible terrible no good idea in his head that if Bruce finds out he lied about his age, that Bruce will get rid of him. Won’t want him anymore. Will call him a dirty liar and kick him to the curb.

And Dick can’t lose his new home. He loves Bruce. He loves Alfred. And he loves being Robin. So he keeps it a secret and tries to forget that he’s three years younger than he’s supposed to be.

It’s a damn good thing Dick’s parents were rigorous in his schooling, and by some miracle he tests into the proper grade for his age when Bruce starts him at Gotham Academy. It’s a bumpy start, but it’s easily explained away by the slight language barrier. Dick actually speaks and reads English just fine, he learned it the same time he learned French and Romani and Arabic, but it’s a good excuse for why his penmanship is clumsy and why he starts out just slightly behind his peers.

He puts so much extra effort into his school work that by the time he’s supposed to be 13, it’s recommended he skip a grade. Bruce is so proud. Dick is somehow managing to get by as a ten year old in high school, and he cannot figure out how he’s pulling this shit off. Talk about being a showman, because it feels like he’s playing the world’s most impossible role.

But then something happens when Robin is on a team mission with the young justice season 1 team. Some magic shit. Maybe Klarion does something, maybe it’s like the episode where the adults get separated from the kids, but instead of it being everyone over 18 is separated from everyone under 18, it’s anyone who’s a teenager and up being separated from the kids who are all 12 and under.

And no one can figure out where Robin is. And also Captain Marvel is missing. What the fuck.

Bruce is fucking freaking out because he cannot figure out why Dick isn’t anywhere, why he can’t get ahold of him. He’s convinced Klarion must be holding him hostage or something.

And then you have Dick and Billy saving the day on their side, and Dick convinced him to try to transform into Captain Marvel. Billy doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t want to leave Robin alone if it makes him disappear to, but Dick assures him he’ll be fine, they’ll both be fine.

And then they come up with a plan yadda yadda the world is saved Dick and Billy save the day, the rest of the episode doesn’t matter.

But Batman pulls Robin aside immediately once they’re all back together and asks him what the hell just happened.

And Dick just starts crying. He’s so stressed out. This whole situation was so scary and he wasn’t actually all that confident the plans he’d made would work he only pretended to be so sure of himself so Billy could do his part and not be scared too. And also it’s really fucking stressful being a ten year old in high school. It’s very hard. Dick’s life is very difficult, and now his dad is finding out that he’s not as old as he’s been pretending to be, and everyone else is there and going to find out to, and he’s so overwhelmed.

“I didn’t mean to,” Dick says through full on sobs, and Bruce is so concerned and he’s hugging Dick and trying to calm him down, but Dick has gotten himself all worked up. “They changed my age all the time so I could perform, I’d be six in one city and eight in the next and seven in another and I just I forgot I wasn’t really any of those and then you adopted me and I forgot I wasn’t really eight until it was almost my birthday but it was too late to tell you and you would’ve been so mad and you wouldn’t have wanted me anymore and I didn’t know what to do!”

“Hey hey hey, slow down, slow down,” Bruce tells him, “take a deep breath. You need to breathe, Robin.”

But Dick just falls against Bruce’s shoulder and cries. He doesn’t want Bruce to think his parents were bad parents. Because they weren’t, they were the best. They just had to fudge some things so Dick could perform with them, so he could have fun up in the air with them, lots of people in the circus lie about their age!

“Oh, chum,” Bruce coos, resting his cheek on top of Dick’s head, rubbing his back. “I could never not want you. I love you, it doesn’t matter how old you are.”

“You do now!”

It makes Bruce’s heart shatter into pieces. Because Dick really thinks there was ever a time he didn’t have Bruce wrapped around his little finger, he doesn’t realize that Bruce has loved him from the first moment he wrapped the tiny little acrobat in his coat and carried him away from the puddle of blood he’d been kneeling in.

“I have always loved you,” he whispers. “And I always will. But chum, this is important. I need to know how old you really are.”

Dick sobs into his shoulder one more time before he lets out in a miserable whisper that everyone manages to hear, “Ten.”

And Batman damn near breaks. He lets out a shaky gasp, and his grip tightens on Robin as his knees buckle and he falls to the floor, now holding Robin tightly in his lap.

“You were five?” he asks. “Oh my God, you were five.”

Batman has a breakdown right then and there, but he keeps it very contained. He refuses to let go of Robin, just continues hugging him close and whispering that he loves him, he’s not mad at him, he would never ever get rid of him.

Idk what would happen after this but I know for certain Dick and Billy become bffs.

[cripplecharacters]

in a story I'm writing I have a character that uses a cane for instability and pain mostly in his legs. There is no specific diagnosis because it's magic based. But he is a superhero that gets his power from a separate magical force, and the part of the power is to enhance all physical ability strength, agility, ect. So would it a) be reasonable for him to no longer require a cane while in the super hero form and b) be officive or harmful in any way for him to no longer use a cane in those instances? I don't want to make it seem as though you can't be a hero or anything like with disabilities.

Thak you for you time and help!

Hello!

If the power is to enhance these attributes (strength, agility, etc.), then would it just be enhancing what's already there? If so, he'd probably still have these issues with his leg.

Personally, I really wish people would stop taking away their disabled character's disability when they're superheros. I've seen a lot of series do this (especially with magical girls-style heroes) and it's really quite unfortunate to see.

Why can't your character be a superhero with a mobility aid? Especially in this kind of situation, where his main problems are pain/instability -- which don't exactly stop him from being a superhero.

I also think that keeping his disability as a factor when he's a superhero opens the door for far more creativity and world building.

For one thing, you can consider how the world/city would react to having an obviously disabled superhero.

How does the media treat him? Do they tend to take a pitying or inspiration porn angle? Do they treat him like any other superhero? Does it change throughout the story? How does he respond to it?

How does the general population treat him? How about the disabled community in particular? I can't speak for everyone but I've always loved seeing disabled superheros. There's something about seeing somebody with your same problems being powerful that's really motivating/inspiring almost. I imagine that feeling would be increased if the superhero in question was real.

How do his teammates treat him (if he has them)? How do his villains treat him?

Keeping your character disabled when they're a superhero opens the door for all these different considerations, which can lead to some great character development/interactions.

Maybe your character's disabled fans put him on a bit of a pedestal and that's something he has to navigate. Maybe the media starts by talking about him in a pitying way or questioning his use/abilities and changes the tune after he wins a tough battle (though I think it'd be nice to have somebody acknowledge that treating him that way was kinda fucked up either eay). Maybe a villain doesn't want to fight him because he's disabled -- would your character take advantage of that in any way? How would they navigate the situation?

I'd really urge you to have him keep his disability/mobility aid as a superhero. It makes the story far more interesting to actually find ways to navigate the situation rather than take the easy way out AND it would be very refreshing to see a disabled superhero that isn't cured by their superpowers.

I'd suggest taking a look through some of our posts on #disability erasure and #disability negating superpowers as well as the helpful posts linked in our pinned post. There's some on disabled superheroes and navigating disability and superpowers that I think you'll find helpful.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[supi-wupi]

Can’t believe your mine - Seungkwan

pairing: seungkwan x reader synopsis: Seungkwan has been your best friend since forever. In love with you since forever too. Everyone else sees it. But you don’t — until he sings your favorite song, but with your name in it. wc: 2.5k genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, warning: Established Relationship (eventually), Slowburn (implied history), SEVENTEEN Being SEVENTEEN, Fake FBI Surveillance Energy, Love Confessions via Shared Notes, Joshua is a Secret Softie, No Real Plot Just Vibes a/n: idk why, but yall have probably noticed that i put like case file/letters in all my fics… its not an obsession… its my trademark…

Seungkwan has been your best friend since you were eight, and cried in the hallway because someone made fun of your mushroom haircut. He gave you half his kimbap and told you your hair looked like a very cool helmet, and you decided right then he was your favorite person in the world.

He still is.

Some things never change. Like how he always texts you when he finds a new iced coffee spot, even if it’s 10 p.m and you’re already in bed. Like how he knows your favorite karaoke songs and never complains when you sing them off-key. Like how he always buys two of everything — “just in case you show up,” he says, even though you always do.

Everyone sees it. Sees the way his gaze softens when you’re laughing too hard to breathe. The way he always positions himself between you and a crowded street. The way he sings every birthday song like he’s auditioning for a musical, just to make you smile.

Everyone sees it — except you.

Until your birthday.

You’d had plans with your other friends, who ended up bailing last-minute, citing rain and traffic and general life exhaustion. You’d shrugged it off, said it was fine, that it wasn’t a big deal.

But it kind of was. You don’t like making a fuss, but birthdays still meant something. Especially when you’d secretly hoped someone — maybe him — would do something small and sweet and just for you.

So when you open the door that night to find Seungkwan standing there with a paper bag, soaked hoodie, and the biggest grin, you’re already blinking back something suspicious behind your eyes.

“I brought seaweed soup,” he announces, pushing past you like he owns the place. “Because I’m Korean and sentimental, and also, you looked sad on your story earlier, don’t lie.”

“You saw that?”

“I have notifications on,” he says, like it’s normal. “For emergencies. Or cute selfies. Same thing.”

You laugh while closing the door, heart squeezing in that familiar way it always does around him. He’s already setting out food, rambling about how he had to beg an auntie to let him cut the line because “my best friend’s birthday is today, and I will cry in your shop if you don’t let me through.”

“Did you really say that?” you ask.

“Ask the lady. She said I was dramatic but let me in. I think she was scared of me.”

Later, after the soup, after the tiny cake he baked himself (“Don’t ask how it tastes — just love me for the effort”), after the candles and laughter and a very bad game of charades, he clears his throat.

And that’s when you know something’s up.

Because Seungkwan is always performing, always loud and theatrical and effortlessly funny — but when he’s serious, he gets quiet. Still.

He grabs his phone, clicks something, then sets it down between you.

“Play,” he says.

You do.

Music filters through the speakers — soft, acoustic, gentle. And then his voice, warm like sunlight, starts to sing. It’s your favorite song. The one you always make him do at karaoke, even if he says the key is weird. The one that makes you tear up when you’re tipsy.

But the lyrics are… different.

Because now your name is in it.

Over and over again, like a love letter he never dared to send.

You stare at him. “Is this a joke?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not this time.”

The room is quiet except for his voice echoing through the speakers, weaving your name into each line like it was always meant to be there. You’re not sure when the shift happens — when the realization finally hits — but suddenly everything clicks.

Every late-night call.

Every gentle scolding.

Every saved seat, every shared umbrella, every second he made you feel like you mattered more than anyone else.

It was always there.

You just didn’t see it.

“Seungkwan…”

He bites his lip. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. That I’ve been yours. For a long time.”

You don’t reply right away. You just reach across the space between you, take his hand, and place it over your chest — right where your heart’s beating so fast it hurts.

—

That night, you fall asleep on the couch with his hoodie around your shoulders and his hand still wrapped in yours.

In the quiet, you hear him murmur — maybe thinking you’re asleep — soft and awestruck:

“Can’t believe you’re mine.”

And neither can you.

But you are.

And maybe… you always were.

—

Three days after Seungkwan sang your name into a song and into your heart, he tells you he wants to tell the others.

“Are you sure?” you ask, because dating your best friend is one thing — letting thirteen grown men descend upon the news like seagulls on a french fry is another.

“I’ve waited years to call you mine,” he says, tying his shoes with a grin so wide you can’t even tease him for how dramatic he sounds. “I want the whole world to know. But I’ll start with the hyungs.”

Which, in hindsight, may have been the mistake.

Because Seungkwan doesn’t just tell them.

No.

He makes a PowerPoint.

—

The next day, you’re sitting in their dorm’s living room, sipping iced tea while Vernon casually browses TikTok on one side and Mingyu attempts to peel a mango with a butter knife on the other. It’s peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Until Seungkwan clears his throat — loudly — and sets up a laptop to the TV.

“Everyone. Eyes front.”

Minghao sighs. “Is this about recycling again?”

“No,” Seungkwan says with a gleam in his eyes. “It’s about my heart.”

You shoot him a look. “Seungkwan—”

“Shh. I’m thriving.”

He clicks the remote.

Slide 1: “The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Boo Seungkwan & [Y/N]”

Groans erupt. Soonyoung starts clapping. Jeonghan sits up like he just got handed blackmail. Joshua bites back a laugh and says, “Is this real?”

“Yes,” Seungkwan declares proudly. “It’s real. We’re dating.”

Mingyu drops his mango.

“You’re—what?” Woozi blinks. “Since when?”

“Since I sang to her,” Seungkwan says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Slide 2: Timeline of Pining: A Tragedy (2008 – The Present)

You bury your face in your hands as he clicks through annotated photos, including one from middle school where you’re holding a juice box and he’s staring at you like you hung the moon.

“Bro,” Dino whispers. “You’ve been down bad.”

“I know,” Seungkwan says, clearly proud.

The slides continue:

Slide 4: Signs She Was Also in Love With Me but Didn’t Know It Yet

Laughed at all my jokes

Shared her fries

Let me win at Mario Kart that one time in 2017

Gave me the biggest slice of cake

“Very convincing,” Jun deadpans.

Slide 6: Proof of Current Status It’s a selfie. You and Seungkwan curled up on your couch, his cheek squished against yours, both smiling so big it hurts to look at.

You peek at him. He’s not even nervous. Just glowing. Like the moment he gets to love you out loud is one he’s rehearsed forever.

“Well…” Jeonghan finally says. “Took you long enough.”

The room explodes.

Everyone talks at once.

“You guys are so annoying,” Vernon says — but he’s smiling.

“Wait, do I owe DK money?” Mingyu groans. “I thought you’d confess in the fall.”

“Soonyoung, pay up!” DK yells from the kitchen.

“Honestly,” Woozi mutters, “this explains so much.”

You’re laughing now, cheeks sore, heart full, as the chaos swells around you.

But then Seungkwan stands again, raising his hand like a conductor calling an encore.

“One last slide.”

Slide 8: Thank You for Supporting Our Love. Then, in tiny font: Yes, you still have to deal with us on karaoke night.

—

Later, when the slides are done and Mingyu’s back to ruining another mango, you’re leaning against Seungkwan’s shoulder, both of you quietly watching the others argue about who gets to be the flower boy at your future wedding.

“They took it well,” you murmur.

“Told you,” he says, smug.

You tilt your head up to look at him. “You made a PowerPoint.”

“And you’re still dating me. Which means I win.”

You roll your eyes — but only a little.

Because he’s right.

You both won.

—

“The Shared Note (and the Receipts)” feat. BooSeungkwan x You, and Joshua: Keeper of Secrets™

A few days after the big PowerPoint reveal, you and Seungkwan drop by the studio to bring lunch.

It’s supposed to be quick.

Just bibimbap, banter, and maybe bullying Woozi into taking a break.

But when Joshua walks in, grinning like he knows something — something more — you realize nothing is ever “just” with SEVENTEEN.

“I have something to show you,” he says, sliding into the seat beside Seungkwan with his phone already out.

“I swear if this is another fan edit of us that you bookmarked—” Seungkwan starts.

Joshua raises an eyebrow. “This is better than a fan edit.”

He opens the Notes app.

At the top is a title that makes your stomach drop:

“Things That Prove Seungkwan and [Y/N] Are Definitely in Love (They Just Don’t Know It Yet)”

Last updated: 3 days ago.

You and Seungkwan: “…”

Joshua: “I started it in 2019.”

—

Selected Excerpts from Joshua’s Note (now shared with all thirteen members)

[Feb 17, 2019] Y/N gave Seungkwan the last honey butter chip. The last one. She loves those. They made eye contact. He tried to say “thanks” and choked on his own breath.

[June 2, 2019] Seungkwan’s voice cracked mid-rehearsal. Y/N immediately handed him a honey-lemon candy before he even asked. She said, “I always carry extras for you.” Okay, wife???

[Oct 14, 2020] They sat on opposite ends of the couch and STILL managed to be the only ones who got tangled in the blanket. Suspicious.

[March 25, 2021] During game night, Y/N guessed what Seungkwan was thinking without him giving any clues. She just said, “The pink dolphin from Jeju, right?” and he nodded like she read his soul. Wtf.

[Dec 31, 2021] Countdown to New Year’s. Everyone was screaming. I saw Seungkwan look at her first.

[June 5, 2022] I caught them arguing about who cares more about the other. Like. Out loud. In public. Minghao almost left the building.

[Aug 18, 2022] Y/N sang “As It Was” while organizing lyric drafts. Seungkwan sat there staring like she was performing on the MAMA stage. I asked what he was doing. He said, “Having a moment.” Bro???

[Feb 14, 2023] Valentine’s Day. Neither of them had plans. Both “accidentally” ended up at my movie night. Sat way too close. Shared popcorn. Didn’t even notice when Jeonghan fake-coughed ten times.

[Oct 9, 2023] DK asked if they were dating. They both said no — but neither of them looked at each other. They looked straight ahead like hostages.

[Jan 2, 2024] Y/N fixed Seungkwan’s collar before an interview. He looked at her like she gave him CPR.

[May 25, 2025] THEY. ARE. TOGETHER. Boo Seungkwan finally made a move. I was RIGHT.

—

You’re speechless.

Seungkwan is squinting at the screen like it personally offended him.

“Wait,” he says, “how did I not know you were tracking us like a detective?”

Joshua just smiles, serene. “You think I run this group on vibes?”

“Actually, yes,” you mumble, stunned.

“But this… this is organized,” Seungkwan mutters.

“It was necessary,” Joshua says, sipping his coffee. “One of you was gonna need it eventually.”

He locks eyes with you.

“I just figured… when the day came, you’d want to remember how it started.”

You glance down at the note again — all those little dates and details, things you didn’t even realize were special until now.

And somehow, you feel like you’re seeing your love story from the outside for the first time.

Seungkwan quietly reaches for your hand under the table.

And you squeeze it.

“Thanks, Shuji,” you whisper.

Joshua nods, ever cool. “I’ll add today’s entry too.”

“What—why?” Seungkwan asks.

Joshua types something.

[May 28, 2025] Showed them the note. They held hands under the table. Seungkwan cried. (He will deny it.)

“Delete that!” Seungkwan shrieks, lunging for the phone.

Joshua’s already backing away, cackling. “Too late. Synced to the cloud.”

—

“The Shared Note: Member Addendums (a.k.a. SEVENTEEN’s FBI Files on You Two)”

[Titled by: Jeonghan, Edited by: DK, Verified by: Dino, Denied by: Seungkwan]

Document Status: NEVER GETTING DELETED Last Edited: Literally Just Now

JEONGHAN'S ENTRY

[July 7, 2020] I asked Seungkwan if he was jealous of Y/N talking to Mingyu too much. He turned to me and went, “Why would I be jealous? I’m not—what? I’m fine.” Then I caught him three minutes later watching them from behind a plant. Like. A plant.

Verdict: Denial. Classic. Would’ve bet my skincare stash on this ship.

—

MINGYU’S ENTRY

[Nov 12, 2021] I spilled gochujang on my hoodie. Y/N helped me clean it up. Seungkwan saw it and immediately asked if she does that for all of us. I said yes. She said no. He smiled. Then gave me the stink eye for 2 hours.

Verdict: Boo Boo’s down bad.

—

HOSHI’S ENTRY

[March 3, 2022] They were bickering in the practice room and I was like “KISS ALREADY!” They stopped. Stared at me. Then kept arguing. But like… quieter. Like shy arguing. Romantic arguing.

Verdict: That was foreplay, Your Honor.

—

JUN’S ENTRY

[Aug 15, 2022] I caught them sharing earphones backstage. They weren’t even listening to music. The playlist was paused. They just… sat there. Pretending. Looking like a drama teaser.

Verdict: That’s not Spotify. That’s love.

—

DK’S ENTRY

[Dec 25, 2022] Christmas party. Everyone opened their Secret Santa gifts. Seungkwan got a hot water bottle with a corgi print. He said, “Only Y/N would know I love this.” Y/N wasn’t even his Santa.It was me. Y/N just told me what to buy.

Verdict: He’s so whipped it’s actually inspiring.

—

WONWOO’S ENTRY

[Feb 10, 2023] During movie night, Seungkwan laughed before the punchline of the joke. Everyone stared. He muttered, “Y/N always laughs here.” He memorized her laugh timing????

Verdict: Creepy? Maybe. Romantic? Definitely.

—

WOOZI’S ENTRY

[April 1, 2023] I made them listen to a demo. Y/N cried. Seungkwan cried harder.Then Y/N said, “I just felt it.” And Seungkwan said, “Me too. For you.” They forgot I was in the room. I’m pretty sure I ghost-wrote their love confession.

Verdict: I’m charging royalties.

—

VERNON’S ENTRY

[June 30, 2023] They weren’t even touching but somehow their knees found each other under the table. Like… magnetic knees. Quantum entanglement. Knee soulmate physics. Idk man.

Verdict: They’re soft. I respect it.

—

DINO’S ENTRY

[Nov 11, 2023] Y/N once tripped over my charger. Seungkwan gasped like she got stabbed. Immediately blamed ME. Said, “How dare you sabotage the light of my life.” …She didn’t even fall. She caught herself.

Verdict: Simp behavior. Peak performance. I strive for this.

—

JOSHUA'S FINAL ADDENDUM

[May 29, 2025] Let the record show: Today, every member added their receipts. Seungkwan tried to hack the note to delete all evidence. He failed. Y/N laughed so hard she cried. He kissed her to shut her up. We all saw it. Hoshi screamed.

Verdict: Case closed. Love won. Jeonghan still owes me ₩50,000.

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[mortalscience]

criminal minds 18x08 Tara thoughts behind cut (SPOILERS)

oh, my sweet, sweet, Tara. MY GIRL. I knew this would be an emotional journey for her and it was. ;_; also could like, the show chill on the dead parent trauma for five minutes though? LMAO. i really loved it though, i saw a lot of myself in tara in this episode. i cried like 3 times hahaha. "how can you all just go on? the world needs to stop and feel what i'm feeling." <- REALLLLL. "they don't want to know what it was like for me: a motherless daughter" <- OH OKAY JUST COME FOR ME. tara coming to terms with her anger and grief regarding her mom, probably the one lingering issue she had, so that it would free her up to move forward in life, was a wonderful journey. <3 couldn't be me tho, i'll never get married hahahaha.

which, dude, I thought everyone was lowkey reaching about the tarbecca engagement, how did y'all predict that? LOL. i just went along for the ride cause it was a cute idea but damn. props. you guys called it. it was so sweet! and everyone was so happy. rossi shouting in italian! and that cut to jj - i think it was lowkey a little healing for her to see this for tara. and penelope about to explode from joy lmao. nothing she loves more than a BAU engagement. it was really great for the team to have a nice, happy moment. (and i'm sure it's the calm before the storm of whatever the hell is gonna go down in the last two eps of the season.)

hooray for the return of the codependent BAU team, having all their major life events happen in front of or with each other, LOOLLL.

GARVEZ MOMENT!!!! luke and penelope standing next to each other during the proposal and a shoulder bump :D :D :D :D :D my cutiesssssssss!

not me partially predicting some stuff in this episode in this fic i wrote hahaha. sadly, instead of luke wondering why he couldn't get ahold of penelope, it was emily. hilarious though, when emily walked into voit's room and saw penelope and was just like aughhhghh. the groan of long suffering acceptance.

poor penelope feeling guilt over tate andrews and equating herself with a serial killer. and it was strangely sweet how voit kind of connected with her in a paternal sense. and it makes sense that voit would like penelope cause she's the only one that's been kind to him. but i am glad that emily, while obviously feeling a little bit frustrated by penelope, told penelope that she didn't need to explain and that she didn't sound crazy. <3 <3

loved emily's 'tired' speech at the BAU. girl we're all tired, this season has been WIILLDDDD

luke and jj showing up at the hospital and luke shooting eye daggers at evan while he hugged rebecca was so funny to me. he was like STAY AWAY FROM MY BESTIE'S GIRLFRIEND. ASSHOLE.

FRANKLY i'm not entirely sold on evan's innocence - aside from just being a jerk who tried to move in on rebecca while her girlfriend was in the hospital. i feel like the likelihood is low that he is involved - i'm like 95% sure he really was just a red herring all along - but it just still seems off. could be because the actor is playing him so smarmy. haha.

the unknown potential maria jones connection has got me about ready to go back and watch that episode to look for clues myself hahahaha. I NEED TO KNOW!

voit referenced "collateral damage" - meaning all the people who died because they crossed paths with him - of which 'CollateRal' is the name of next week's episode. what does it meannnn. someone will die next episode? or maybe it's to do with whatever's going on with maria jones' case.

what else did voit want to tell tyler about alison?????

tyler thinking penelope's computer wouldn't be locked and touching penelope's stuff. ahaha. that scene made me laugh.

there sure was a lot of stuff pointing the finger at ochoa as the disciple this episode.

we have: ochoa being strangely concerned about voit going back to prison and him needing to "accept" it, the statement of "I believe you are different" in a slightly reverent tone, the suspicion about the disciple being someone who knows all about voit's memory issues so hospital staff are high possibilities and yet emily hand-waving ochoa as a suspect because of her "reputation", ochoa thinking it would be "the best thing for the both of them" for tyler and voit to work together (maybe with the hope that interacting with tyler would revert voit). INTERESTING.

there also sure was a lot of stuff making tyler look bad this episode.

tyler went SO HARD on this evan theory, which if had turned out to be true would have been a point in favor of him not being the disciple. but since evan was framed, it just makes tyler look like he totally went after the guy. D: D: we're not gonna know who the disciple is until we know!! they are throwing so much evidence at both ochoa and tyler at this point hahaha. DAMNIT!! (but omg I am loving this! WHO IS ITTTT. what a great mystery!!!)

all in all, another BANGER EPISODE from what is shaping up to be a legendary season!!

[bugpoolz]

who up androiding their javert

He has a pen :) that he spins; the thought process here was truncheon -> cylinder shaped (and a truncheon would probably not be the most useful in 2038… when everyone has guns,,, PLUS androids aren’t allowed to wield weapons or something but anyways) -> pen (cylinder shaped)

Android Javert’s weapon of choice would be a sleek dagger that he keeps in the inside of his jacket. And he throws it with crazy accuracy and it’s incredibly scary

I tried to make his outfit different from Connor with a detective-y cape thing but i don’t think it would work since it obscures his triangle thing. I don’t think they would allow that

more yapping below if anyone cares (it’s a tad bit long. Just a little.)

I’ve been thinking about it (somewhat) but I think I’ve figured out a timeline that works

I condensed it as much as I could but the timing is Kind of questionable

But anyways! Valjean does NOT go to jail because he is an android. He would either be a gardener model like Simon or one of those construction models like Luther (I’m leaning towards construction because Valjean’s strength.. but then again I have no idea how strong android gardeners are so I don’t know) ands his serial number (which is supposed to be like really long but I shortened it for conveniences sake) is 24601 😁

One day he sees a woman struggling to feed her 7 kids and she looks so desperate that Valjean deviates and tries to steal a loaf of bread for her. He gets caught but the store owner is baffled at the fact that an android!!! Is breaking the law!!! That he hesitates for a second to call the cops (or cyberlife???). But that’s enough time for Valjean to book it.

“But wait Kaden Androids don’t have names how does Valjean get his name” good question! I have no idea! The woman with 7 kids’ is meant to be his sister, who’s also conveniently named Jeanne Valjean. Let’s just say he was like “okay, you’re the catalyst for my deviation. I’m gonna take your name :) but identity fraud is bad so I’ll change it up a little” and Jeanne becomes Jean. Cool!

Anyways (new drinking game take a shot every time I say anyways) Javert just got assigned his first case! Yay! He was sent by Cyberlife to investigate a faulty android in the world’s first deviant case. He talks to the shopkeeper, he interrogates the woman and her kids with a little more force than necessary, and files her name away because there has to be something about that woman to make a fully functional android go rogue!

But in the end, Javert’s unable to find Valjean, and thus fails his first mission, which would probably be incredibly upsetting if he could feel emotions. He doesn’t want to fail, because he wasn’t built to fail, so he makes it one of his objectives to find the first deviant.

Meanwhile, Valjean is on the run! It’s maybe been a week or so since he deviated? His face hasn’t been broadly broadcasted because Cyberlife is trying to keep it all hushed up that androids can go deviant. He hasn’t had the bright idea to cut off his LED yet, so he’s just meandering about.

He’s experienced his fair share of discrimination at this point, and he is TIRED! Valjean is this close to calling off on all humans forever until the bishop gives him a place to stay, is nice to him, gives him spare blue blood , EVERYTHING. In place of the candlesticks is probably just normal money. But yeah

Valjean’s like, “you’d help me!!?!?! Even though I’m visibly an android??!!?!?!”

Anyways he’s on his merry way to a different town to get away from the police, he puts on a human disguise and gets rid of his LED, somehow reconstructs his face, gets a fake mustache, changes his hair to a different color, all that fun identity stuff like faking an id & drivers license, his birth certificate, papers, etc.

Somehow, he becomes the mayor of a town, after like a year of living there. And Valjean’s understandably very nervous, and tries to deny it and people are just like “wow father Madeline is so humble 🙏🙏”

Some random deviant thing happens nearby the town and enter Javert! He’s the lead investigator for all deviant cases (with the power of being incredibly efficient and proving himself to be trustworthy he is allowed to work alone and without a partner)

So yeah, Javert’s sniffing around the scene & decides that maybe some townspeople saw the incident? And it would help with the case?

So he goes to the town & finds out about Madeline , and cue the brain neuron activation when he actually sees the mayor for himself.

by every single god and holy presence above, Javert’s facial recognition doesn’t clock Valjean immediately, but he is suspicious so he files a report claiming the the mayor might be that one deviant

And then Valjean meets Fantine, who is human, and has lost her job due to androids.

She turned to becoming a red ice dealer, and has a seething hatred for androids. She’s also super sick (partly from living in some random hole in the wall apartment and partly from the not very safe drugs she’s dealing… chemicals or something)

Then the whole cart crash thing happens but instead with cars and Valjean lifts a whole car up by himself and Javert’s like “well shit it IS that deviant” but before he does anything like arresting Valjean he gets a report that they found a deviant android that just so happens to be the same model as Valjean

Cue “punish me Monsieur le Mayor” & everything that happens after — Fantine dies & Valjean promises to get Cosette. Javert is furious and tries to corner Valjean in the hospital but gets overpowered (javert has the chance to shoot him, but doesn’t for some reason)(cough, software instability ⏫, cough),, and Valjean gets away

Uhhh some rapid fire stuff im not sure where to put

Thénardier has upgraded to a shitty hotel instead of an inn. Good for him. He also does weird illegal creepy stuff with androids like taking them apart and selling the parts for cash. He recognizes Valjean as an android but doesn’t do anything about it because 1. Valjean is super buff and scary and 2. It could be blackmail later 😮😮

Javert has not failed a single mission EXCEPT for those concerning Valjean

Javert’s mind palace person is Valjean (it makes him extremely angry seeing Valjean in his mind, where he’s supposed to be free) and his appearance updates every time he sees Valjean

Javert calls doesn’t know that Valjean is named Valjean, he calls him “that deviant” — however, he has noticed that the deviant had a very strong reaction to the name “Jeanne Valjean”

The Amis are androids (I don’t know them all tbh. Sorry guys you can decide who’s what), so amending this: Enjolras is DEFINITELY an android. They try to lead a revolution in the span of 3 days but unfortunately they’re not Markus so they fail

Marius, Eponine, and Cosette are humans; Cosette doesn’t know her father is an android (somehow)

Javert lowkey doesn’t even have to wear a disguise to the barricade he just pretends he’s deviant (everyone’s extremely hesitant to let him in because he’s known as the “deviant hunter” but Enjolras lets him in)

Gavroche is a human kid (and symbolizes that bonds between humans and androids are possible… something like that idk)

Pre-deviancy/myriel Valjean has blond hair & a middle part, when he changes his appearance in m sur m he makes his hair a dark brown & adopts a side part; after the trial when he’s on the run he changes his hair to white

At the barricade, when Valjean frees Javert, they!!! Interface!!! They do the android equivalent of a kiss!!! Because I said so!!! And that’s the exact moment Javert deviates and yes I am packing this scene full of valvert bullshit and no you cannot stop me

When they’re sharing memories Javert gets an epiphany and he knows that Valjeans not lying about his intent & now Javert ALSO has to deal with feeling emotions for the first time; he also learns that Valjean’s name is valjean and that when he said “Jeanne Valjean” as in the woman, Valjean thought he said “Jean Valjean” as in the deviant and they have a moment

and maybe Javert refers to Valjean as a ‘he’ instead of an ‘it’ for the first time 👀 maybe he does that

And then he jumps off a bridge! Bro really experiences emotions for the very first time and immediately kills himself. But hey Valjean and Javert have one thing in common :) their first emotion is soul crushing GUILT

and then all that other stuff happens.. oh and Valjean shows the barricade boys that he’s an android so they let him in,, he just somehow snuck into the barricade without being noticed by law enforcement I don’t know anymore

I do intend on making actual art of this au and not just shitty doodles 😁👍 by the way

Feel free to add onto this!! Please tell me your ideas because I think my brain is going to explode if I have to think about this anymore.

[pass-the-sunshine-please]

what i dont understand is why we dont have more hera centric fics in pjo. to me, she is such an interesting character that can be taken down so many different routes. all we see of her is a jealous and vicious side which, fair, but is also just one facet of her abilities and personality.

hera actually does quite a lot for the demigods and the olympian pantheon as a whole. and she is a lot more forgiving towards the demigods than one would assume based off her fanon depictions. i think many forget to keep in mind that she is the goddess of family, even if she herself might not be happy about how her family is/looks/acts, which definitely influences her actions in the series. she is quite instrumental in both wars, and to me, believing that the 2nd gigantomachy started bc of her is just zeus propaganda (though his pjo characterization is FAR from his title as god of justice, so i am not a fan of him in the series (traditional zeus is much more multifaceted to me)).

she fucks with annabeth a lot, but one: she’s a god, and two: the beef is mutual, so i truly believe that hera just fucks with her for the love of the game, and as she’s a goddess might not understand when she’s taking it too far for a mortal. and this doesn’t disregard the crazy shit she’s done in pjo and the myths! but if we’re making poseidon, apollo, and hermes benevolent baddies we should see her for the good she’s done, not just the bad.

it would be awesome to see fics where hera explores her domains, which are really important ones!! she is the patron of women, there’s SO much to be explored with that. and her marriage with zeus means that she has quite literally experienced/seen most of the struggles of women tbh LMFAO. we could get fics where she works consistently with artemis as their domains overlap, maybe seeing her and thalia form a relationship? could be after jason’s death, bc i honestly think that she thought of jason as her own demigod son, and grieved for him.

she’s the goddess of family!! HUGEEEEE. i mean, there’s so many options with that. maybe her power was weakened during the war with kronos bc that’s her father? maybe each solstice she gets stronger because her family is all together. maybe her and jason getting closer, and by extension her and the demigods in general get closer. she’s not their godly parent! she can intervene a lot more than their parents can. it would be cool to see fics where the demigods realize she’s the goddess of family and can be their patron goddess in a way. (though i do love percy ascension fics where he becomes their patron)

one of my favorite fics is i used to float, now i just fall down by pupscotch, where juno was the one cursed to be mortal and not apollo, but instead of doing whatever quest jupiter gives her, she just adopts jason and makes him her trial and just tries to become the best private school mom ever. she works for a women’s organization, genuinely cares about jason, and goes through some self reflection that is so wonderful to see. its jason centric, but i feel like a lot of my opinions of how we should treat my girl are shown here!!

i just honestly love her,,, and i totally understand why her fanon characterizations are the way that they are, but i do think we should give her some more credit in how she literally saved the world.

[beannoss]

SxF read along volume 2! (part 4)

Specifically on the moral and ethical worldbuilding in SxF.

I wanted to bundle these flashbacks of Anya's about Yor's lesson to her with fighting:

Both Yor and Twilight operate knowing the impacts and boundaries of the power they wield, one day I’ll write all my thoughts about this being fundamental to the wholesomeness of SxF, but it’s so nice to see it plainly articulated so early on too

👀👀👀 I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Yor and smiling and wondering how often maybe her smiles aren’t… entirely true… and anyway I’m 👀👀👀

… not me feeling like a dummy for trying to puzzle out Yor’s guiding principles from her actions throughout SxF when she just fuckin’ states them from the beginning 😂🫣

In all seriousness, Yor does practice these throughout as regards her contract killing... Endo does this very carefully threaded weave of SxF's internal ethics, how he keeps Yor and Twilight on the 'good' side of grey, where the lines in the sand are regarding antagonists, villains and cruelty. A fair bit of that threading is done with Yor and Twilight specifically, in how they do the morally dubious (at best) things they both do. It's also a careful balance, philosophically, because the only reason there is any sort of moral argument for Garden and WISE is because Ostania is implicitly facing a moral crisis, which is most especially demonstrated through the SSS...:

(I should have highlighted 'surveilling the public' above too; oversight!) This is also such a chilling panel:

Back more directly to the topic at hand, there is a marked difference between the work Yor and Twilight are shown doing, and this introduction of Yuri:

I think potentially one of the trickiest things with navigating SxF is that the internal ethics need be judged by the internal matrices we're shown. Twilight isn't really akin to a real world spy: he can change his face, body shape and voice within seconds, and it's clear that he and WISE are invested in some level of protection of innocent people who get caught up in their missions (or at least mitigation of harms, if Twilight's comment that WISE would look after Yor and Anya post-Strix is indicative). Yor isn't really akin to a real world contract killer: never mind running faster than cars, she can just stand in the middle of the road on one leg and kick a car hard enough it veers into a streetlamp, and otherwise her targets, at least, are consistently shown to be individuals or groups that would, by rights, be brought to criminal trial and that they are not indicates a clear failing in Ostania's criminal justice system. Which makes sense, when we see the explanation of the SSS above.

WISE and Garden are only an ethical option when the SSS is the main arbiter of justice: the SSS's fundamental model is flawed, because it is demanding its citizens see one another as inherently suspect, to surveil one another and ultimately to turn on one another. If the metrics for traitor-of-the-state are things like being a single woman and having extramarital affairs, then what makes for the truly traitorous is diluted to such an extent as to essentially be meaningless. The SSS aren't looking to implement justice; their goal is clearly control under the spurious declaration of order. Control and order are not justice; they are reiterations of power and oppression masquerading as justice and safety, leaving instead a void. And into that void of justice and safety step groups like Garden and WISE, and, jumping ahead for a moment, even the way Olka Gretcher's crime family was described demonstrates them stepping in where the government failed (and the Gretcher successor reneging on that role).

I wish I'd snapped some of the statements from/about WISE in the first volume, but I also tend to think SxF's primary exploration of the intersection of morality and justice is going to be in the contrast between the choices made by the Briar siblings and the potential inevitable clash between Garden and the SSS. And the intersection of morality and safety may well play out between Twilight and Donovan Desmond, and the choices they each make. To that, choice overlays everything, and the contrast of the exercise of power.

[a-single-nanite]

So like I need to not.

But like another baby story I had loosely was mpreg Stone.

Ivo doesn't ask nor does he exactly tell what this new top secret experiment is, but Stone always goes along so faithfully.

Ivo is sneaky about checking if it worked or not. But tells Stone "ah, looks like I have some things to fix. Nothing happened at all!" He pretends to be very angry about the "failed" experiment. Soon Stone forgets about it.

Now he chose Stone because well he certainly doesn't want to carry his own child! Already he was carefully planning on how to safely get his baby out without killing his useful agent.

Why does he want a kid? Well he needs someone to rule the world after he does, and he isn't getting any younger. Unlike Stone who is younger, stronger, loyal, he should be able to handle this. That and he's bored.

He doesn't need to worry about Stone drinking or smoking, but he IS ...was, an Agent. One often sent on deadly missions. Even on that front Ivo isn't worried. His agent is the best after all.

Not Ivo knowing full well what's going on with Stone when he starts feeling sick. Not him saying that he's getting lazy and fat. "How can you protect me like this?!"

Ivo is a mega dick about it only because it helps him cover up his tracks. It couldn't last forever though.

"Doctor, I seriously think there's something wrong with me." There's true genuine terror on his sickly pale face.

"Look at me!" Stone cries, HE CRIES!!!

"I feel something moving inside of me, what's inside of me!?"

"you feel kicking?" Ivo asked suddenly very engaged.

"Don't cry you big baby. You're perfectly fine." He huffs.

"you know what's wrong with me?"

"There's NOTHING wrong with you. I have everything completely under control, I suggest you take it easy."

"did you do this to me?" And Ivo doesn't want to say.

"please tell me you did this. I- I'd feel better if this was one of your experiments. I'll know I'm safe then." Oof wow, make him feel guilty now.

"yes, yes it was me! You knowing would only screw up my data!" And Stone let's out a sigh.

"I apologize for ruining your experiment."

"it's not ruined, just changed."

It's a mix of body horror and deep angst on Stone's end, Ivo of course is extremely toxic about It. But eventually Ivo actually has to start taking care of Stone and it's exhausting. Why the hell did he do this again????

I'm imagining maybe crab era is the setting. I'm not really sure. I guess depending on which era the story is a bit different. Not that I'm gonna write it.

[mewochy]

entertain my nichijou x deltarune au before my excitement wears off

instead of a roleswap its more "what if we opened a dark fountain in shinonome labs" for the shits and giggles

all of the darkners are either based off of hakases toys or one off random robotic creations and either they love her or hate her with a burning passion and want her dead

the main """""plot"""" revolves just trying to save hakase before she gets thrown into a meat grinder and at the end of the day hakase learns a very important lesson about treating her things nicer

the darkners all love nano though as shes sort of a robot and they admire her for being so strong and resilient in the face of the mad scientist. shes like a martyr for them LMFAO

specifically maybe like fuckin biscuit 2 or something makes the dark fountain he heard his bretheren crying out for revenge and took the plunge to give them let their voices be heard

maybe the dark world would be steam punk based. i dont know ive never been good at designing fantasy stuff

chapter starts off with them all being seperated from each other and sooner or later meeting up with each other but wait a minute where the fuck is hakase. and then they have to go downstairs where hakase makes her robots and then le tonal change (unserious(they gonna kill her

not actually too sure about the dark world designs themselves but at the time probably the fellas were just studying and shit until the gas leak kicks in hey does anyone feel really sleepy all of a sud

following the deltarune weapon pattern yuukos silly pencil turns into a sword mio has like a staff based off of an inking pen, she draws patterns ont the floor to cast spells and shit and mai has like. character erasers. theyre shaped like something. they turn into beasts she can order around. "life eraser". lol. AWESOME!

nano and hakase i tbh just want to put them in cute little princess dresses for the fun of it

nano in particular. i have ideas considering shes not exactly human so either there are two nanos. if we're taking the. human soul in robot body idea. there is nano human soul that lives nano and then nano the robot body vessel (?????? vessel??? ���😻😻) maybe they both have differing opinions on each other. woah. its like a zelda spirit tracks situation.

in particular the dark world split them up because of how differently they felt about each other. nano (robot body)s darkner form is a lot more negative and depressing about things

theyre like nano what the hell hapaed to your legs and shes like listen i dont know man WHERE IS HAKASE

and then evil robot nano appears!!! woah!!!!!!!

or shes just nano. like the anime says.

idfk what sakamoto is doing dawg idk would his scarf count as a darkner

also the fey kingdom is important somehow idc every nichijou au i think about sooner or later NEEDS to have starla in it or i shoot myself in the head

[thetomorrowshow]

love is such a drag - ch. 8

chapter title: either Grian or Scar is the most oblivious person in the world and I'm really not sure which one

sorry about the long wait, please enjoy!

~

Technically, they aren’t allowed to do wheelchair races with the rental chair that Scar had gotten to try out. On its insurance, he is the only one allowed to operate it.

That doesn’t stop them from marking a section of the sidewalk with chalk and trading off turns with the chair to see who can get the best time.

“Go!” Ren says, and Scar speeds off, already easily the best at using the chair. Scar’s roommate, Cub, turns to Grian.

The speed at which sweat is suddenly rolling down Grian’s back should easily break a record of some sort.

He’s been avoiding Cub the whole time the four of them have been hanging out. After all, Cub is the only one of this group that has met Grian as—well, as Grian. And Ariana. Other than Scar that time or two, but Scar clearly hadn’t recognized him and Grian’s pretty sure Cub will.

Grian’s been on edge the entire afternoon. While they’ve been in a group, Cub hasn’t said a single word to him. All he’s done so far is vaguely stare at Grian. So basically, it’s confirmed that he knows. Even though he’s passing pretty well, if he does say so himself.

He put a bit of effort into this outfit. He’s gone for a full face of natural make-up and a short, butterfly-patterned skirt. That, paired with a pink jacket and his hair extensions framing his face, really just makes him look more like a girl and less like a drag queen.

But Cub has clearly clocked him, and now the two of them are alone together.

“He really likes you,” Cub says, eyes boring deep into Grian’s lying soul. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like someone this much.”

On the one hand, that makes Grian’s heart give a little flutter. He’s special. He isn’t just the next girl in line that Scar likes, he’s different from the others.

The rest of him floods with something akin to mortifying despair. Scar really, really likes him. He isn’t this way with every other person.

And Grian likes Scar a lot.

What is he supposed to do?

Well, right now he can at least tell something of the truth.

“I like him a lot,” admits Grian. “He’s . . . he’s so passionate, and funny, and such a good listener. He’s everything I’ve never really had in a boyfriend, you know?”

Cub raises an eyebrow. “Scar? A good listener? Hm.”

Grian nods. “Yeah,” he says. “He’s—I really like him.” He’s blushing now, so he cuts himself off before he says something embarrassing like how much he likes Scar’s eyes and the smell of his cologne and the feel of his lips.

“You were mumbling, what was that?”

“Nothing!”

It’s clear as day that Cub does not like him, and even clearer that he knows that Grian’s tricking Scar. If it wasn’t in the look in his eyes as he surveys Grian, it was definitely in his tone when he said hm.

“I don’t want him getting hurt,” Cub says. He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets, looking down on Grian like a stern businessman firing his intern. “So you aren’t gonna do that, right?”

Grian quickly shakes his head, not trusting himself to speak.

“Good,” Cub nods. Then, awkwardly, he adds, “and . . . Scar’s a pretty chill guy. If you haven’t told him . . . something, you probably don’t have anything to worry about.”

Grian blinks.

Cub makes a face where his lips disappear into his mouth.

“Dude, that was only thirty-seven seconds! That’s your best score yet!”

Eager for a distraction from whatever is happening, Grian turns toward Ren and Scar, Scar still in the wheelchair, grinning ear-to-ear.

“Ari, your turn!” Scar calls out to him, accepting Ren’s hand as he helps him into the folding chair that they had set up on the sidewalk.

“I don’t even know how,” Grian protests. Ren grabs his hand nonetheless and drags him to the wheelchair.

“Give it a shot, dudette!”

Maybe this wasn’t the best day to wear a short skirt. Grian can only pray that it doesn’t flip up in the wind.

And then, because he can, Grian pulls away from Ren and leans down to Scar, kissing him quickly on the lips before pulling away.

“Kiss for good luck, yeah?” Grian says, hoping with all his might that he isn’t blushing as badly as he thinks he is. If Ren’s look of utter delight means anything, then he probably is.

“Y-yeah,” Scar stutters, looking like he swallowed his quick tongue as he stares dumbfounded at Grian. Grian tries his best to give him a little grin before sitting in the wheelchair, carefully tucking his skirt between his thighs with shaking hands.

“Um, one more?” Scar asks, his fingers tracing over his own lips. “For luck, of course.”

Grian snorts. “You can have one after I win.”

Now why does he go and say things like that?

(He doesn’t win, obviously. He doesn’t even know how to use the wheelchair.)

(He does kiss Scar again, though.)

-

“We’re in big trouble, guys,” Grian announces at large when he gets home, tossing his keys onto the counter. Mumbo looks up from washing dishes.

“A date?” he asks, the disapproval clear in his voice—which, okay, fair, but Grian really does not need that kind of judgment right now.

“More so hanging out,” he waves off. He toes off his sneakers without undoing the laces and leaves them right in the entryway, sure to annoy Pearl whenever she comes in and accidentally wedges one under the door. “It was fun, but that isn’t the issue. The issue is that I think his roommate knows.”

Mumbo’s mouth twists, his mustache bristling in ways that shouldn’t muscularly be possible. “How is that a problem?”

Unbelievable. Grian stops in his tracks, his coat still half off, and stares at Mumbo as incredulously as he can muster.

“Because he knows,” he says slowly. “He absolutely knows. And we talk about everything, so they probably also talk about everything, so Cub will immediately tell Scar.”

Mumbo stops washing the dishes, setting one last dripping plate into the dish drainer and turning off the water. One last bubble floats over to Grian, but pops before he can reach out to it.

Mumbo doesn’t stop there. He dries his hands with the towel hanging over the oven handle, taking his time to get every particle of water out from in between the cracks of his fingers and palms. He carefully arranges the towel back in its place, laid out as flat as possible, then spends a moment fixing his hair in the faucet’s reflection.

When he’s finally done micromanaging every little thing, Mumbo sighs deeply and rests his arms on the counter separating him and Grian, fixing him with an oddly tired look. “Okay? Then you don’t have to tell him. That’s kind of your whole deal, right? You don’t want to be the one to break the news?”

Grian shrugs his coat off the rest of the way, tossing it onto the couch. “That’s not true at all,” he says. Honestly, that’s so gross of an oversimplification that it’s barely the same issue. “Whether it’s me telling him or someone else, I’m still the one breaking his heart,” he explains. “If I can tell him, I control the narrative. It would be so easy for this Cub character to make me out to be a bad guy, and Scar would totally believe it!”

Another long Mumbo stare. If looks could kill, Mumbo’s wouldn’t. It would probably vaguely hurt, like the sun on a high UV day prickling against one’s skin or a shock from one of those trick handshake buzzers. Do they even make those anymore? Grian hasn’t seen one since he was a kid, and only ever on TV.

“Grian,” Mumbo starts after he’s had his fill of staring, “pardon me for saying this—do you honestly think you’re the good guy?”

That brings Grian up short, fully distracting him from his thoughts of old toy infomercials.

The good guy?

“Well, I—I’m not the bad guy,” he sputters. He isn’t! He’s just doing the best he can to make a bad situation sort of bearable. Is that a bad guy thing? Do bad guys kiss the man they have a crush on? Do bad guys go on dates with him just because they like him? Would bad guys risk everything to find where he lives to make sure he’s okay?

No. No, they wouldn’t do any of that. He isn’t a bad guy—he’s as much of a victim as Scar, if not more! Grian really, really likes Scar, so much that it’s put him in the worst position in the world as he tries to figure out what to do next. Scar just has to sit there for the ride, Grian has to figure out how to drive this thing.

However, with the way Mumbo keeps glaring at him with his vaguely-painful look, Grian has a feeling that he doesn’t agree with that assessment.

“You decided to lead him on from the beginning,” Mumbo accuses, jabbing a finger at him in all but the motion. “You kept it going for free food, date after date after date. You’ve had so many chances to tell him the truth and you didn’t take any of them. You—mate, you kissed him! You went to a Valentine’s Day dance with him and kissed him!”

“Well, I—” Grian has to defend himself from this traitorous turn of events, but he doesn’t even know what to say! It’s like every word has flown out of his body, replaced by the sound of static between his ears. “I—you told me to ghost him! That would’ve been worse!”

“It would’ve been better to abandon him than keep dragging on the kill for weeks!”

Grian scoffs. “Okay, that’s a little dramatic.”

“Is it?” Mumbo laughs a little, almost hysterically. “Is it? Dude, you’re literally like some sort of Sahara desert animal, a—a lion, wounding your prey one leg at a time until it can’t escape you!”

Mumbo pauses. “Well, that’s a bit insensitive of a metaphor,” he says, having the decency to look at least a little ashamed. “I wasn’t talking about—what I mean is that you could have ended this at any time and you’ve chosen not to. Have you even thought about how Scar might feel?”

“That’s the whole problem!” Grian says, voice rising as hot anger rises in his throat. “Of course I’ve thought about how Scar feels, that’s all I’ve thought about!”

That’s why he can’t tell him! He can’t break his heart like that, not after Scar’s so deeply enamored with him—with Ariana. He can’t hurt him.

Mumbo snorts. “Right. Because you definitely aren’t thinking about your own feelings or anything.”

No! He isn’t!

All Grian wants to do is grab a dish from the drainer and chuck it at—at the wall, or at Mumbo, or something. How dare—how dare he? Mumbo’s supposed to be on his side, he’s supposed to help Grian pick out clothes for his dates and commiserate about how hard this whole ordeal is, because last Grian knew he wasn’t the bad guy!

He doesn’t throw anything, though. He turns and storms into the living room, making aborted little punches at his side instead of hitting the wall. “You’re supposed to be my best mate,” he says, and to his unfortunate not-surprise, there’s suddenly tears burning under his eyes. So what, he angry-cries. That just makes him more tender-hearted. At least Mumbo can’t see his eyes, turned away as he is.

“Sometimes your best mate has to set you straight.”

“Yeah, well, neither of us are straight, so that doesn’t really work.”

Behind him, Mumbo lets out a frustrated sigh. Grian keeps looking at the living room wall, the glass sliding doors that lead out to their tiny balcony with the single dead plant sitting in a frozen pot on the railing.

The kitchen tiles creak. Grian doesn’t move, doesn’t let his teeth unclench. If this is Mumbo’s version of support, it’s working worse than a stretched-out bra with the underwire pulled out.

“I’m going to go study,” Mumbo declares haughtily. Finally, Grian turns, sees him standing by the front door, his backpack in his hands. “I’ll see you later.”

Grian doesn’t say anything. He watches as Mumbo sets down his backpack to take his coat from the hanger and swing it on, then pick his backpack back up and open the door.

At the last moment, he turns around, catches Grian’s eye. He’s angry too, Grian notices, his lips pulled in a tight line.

“Cub’s a good chap, by the way,” he says, almost begrudgingly. “But he’ll call it as he sees it.”

Then the door slams closed, and Grian is left alone with his anger and—and other, indiscernible feelings, all roiling together in one big pot.

And he still has to change out of drag.

Perhaps too aggressively, Grian tugs his extensions out of his hair, barely bothering to unclip them before yanking. How was it Mumbo’s business what he did about the Scar situation? Honestly, Mumbo should be glad he was asked for an opinion at all.

Not to mention, Mumbo’s been encouraging him! He helped him pick a Valentine’s outfit, and set up the plan with the study group, and helped him figure out Scar’s address. How on earth can he choose to get all high and mighty now?

“It just came out of nowhere,” Grian reasons aloud, shaking his head.

“Not really.”

Grian probably jumps two feet in the air, his arms going up to instinctively cover his face as a scream tears from his throat. He was alone in the apartment and now he isn’t—

Pearl is standing behind him, an empty glass in her hand. She raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

Grian just tries to get his heartrate down to something resembling normal. “Pearl! I—I didn’t know you were home!”

“You didn’t check.”

Hey, wait a second. “What did you say? About—about the thing with Mumbo?”

Pearl moves away toward the kitchen sink to fill her glass. “I mean, really, Grian. Mumbo’s kind of been against this the whole time. I think he was just building up the courage to tell you.”

Grian can’t pretend that doesn’t hurt. He flops down on the couch, doing his best not to hyperventilate from the heart attack he just had.

It isn’t so much the fact that Mumbo doesn’t agree that hurts, but more that Mumbo was afraid to talk to him about it. Did he expect Grian to blow up in his face? He wouldn’t do that!

Mumbo first was afraid of him, and then betrayed him. Or, rather, both at the same time. And man, it hurts.

“I don’t care,” he tries. Pearl almost chokes on her water.

“I do!”

Grian almost jumps again, his heartrate shooting right back up, as another head pokes out of Pearl’s room. A girl with curly red hair and freckles grins brightly at him.

“Who are you?” Grian demands. The girl giggles.

“I’m Gem,” she says, stepping into the living room and offering him her hand. “I like your breasts.”

“Thanks, I bought them myself,” Grian says reflexively, shaking her hand. Her grip is stronger than he’d expected, squeezing his hand like those people who grip food unreasonably hard and post pictures of it. “Why are you here?”

“We’re studying,” Pearl says. Gem nods.

“I’m totally invested in this whole thing now,” Gem whispers. “I have to give you my Snap, I need to stay updated on this. Please add me to your private story.”

Grian stares at her.

Honestly, maybe Mumbo wouldn’t yell at him if he sent him all his updates through Snapchat.

Maybe someone would finally give him useful advice.

-

“Hey, Scar? Can we talk?”

The good guy that he is, Scar is washing the dishes, the way he always does (even when it isn’t his turn!). He’s just gotten started after zero cajoling from Cub, but if he forgets while having this talk that’ll be on Cub’s head, not his own.

Scar shuts off the water and shakes the droplets off his hands. They used to have a towel hanging around here somewhere, but Scar used it two days ago to try and catch a stray cat and he doesn’t think anyone has replaced it.

“Of course, Cubby,” he says, turning around on his stool to face both Cub and Ren. They’ve been conspiring together on the couch since Scar used the restroom earlier, muttering secret plans in low voices and casting wary glances toward him whenever he looked at them. Now both of them look slightly uncomfortable, like this isn’t a conversation they think they want to have.

They’re probably going to ask him how he treats Ariana, aren’t they? Well, no worries there! He hasn’t done a single ungentlemanly thing toward her since they met. They have nothing to be concerned about in those regards.

Cub exchanges a secret look with Ren, before apparently deciding to take the lead. “Scar, how do you feel about . . . trans people?”

“Well, Cub, that depends on what you mean,” Scar responds, frowning. “Transmitter people? Translators? Transcribers? I think transmitter people sounds kind of like aliens, so I’m going to have to say I don’t feel great about them.”

Cub sighs. “Transgender people.”

Well, this is a little awkward, because Scar doesn’t exactly know what that is. He can gather that it has something to do with gender, but the prefix of trans isn’t clearing anything up. People who send their gender to other people? Can you send a gender?

“Now, I know exactly what you’re talking about,” Scar says. “But for the sake of Ren, could you explain what transgender means real quick?”

Cub blinks. Looks at Ren. Ren shrugs. Cub turns back to Scar. “You know, people whose gender doesn’t align with their bodies? Like, when someone who’s born a guy transitions to be a girl?”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Scar nods. He’s heard of that! Scott mentioned it once or something, and he can remember seeing stuff in the news about it. Really, Scar doesn’t know what the whole fuss is. Let people be themselves, and all that.

“So . . . how do you feel about trans people?” Cub prods. Again, Scar frowns.

“Well, once I meet a trans person, I’ll let you know!” he says graciously. He doesn’t quite get how trans people are different from normal people, but maybe they have an extra bellybutton or something. That would certainly be a detail he would have to consider in his decision.

Ren’s jaw drops. “Scar, I’m a trans person,” he says incredulously.

Wait.

What?

“But—” Scar glances between him and Cub, both of whom appear quite taken aback. “But you aren’t a girl!”

Ren barks out a surprised laugh. “Kinda the point, dude,” he says.

“You knew about Ren,” Cub insists. “You definitely knew.”

“I most certainly did not!” Scar retorts, his chest puffing up. “Wait, so—Ren, are you going to become a girl?”

“No, I used to be a girl,” Ren corrects. “You knew that!”

Scar shakes his head insistently. “But you’re so . . . Ren!” he says, trying to imagine Ren as a girl. He can’t make it work. “You’re a guy!”

“Tell that to my insurance,” Ren snorts. “But I appreciate the gender euphoria, my dude!”

“You knew that,” Cub repeats, still looking dumbfounded. “You brought Ren soup after his top surgery last spring break.”

Scar has no clue what top surgery is, but he does remember Ren getting a big chest surgery over spring break. He helped him out the whole time, seeing as Ren’s roommates had all gone home for the break. Scar practically lived in that apartment the entire week. “Wait, did you get your—uh, your things removed?” he asks, gesturing to his chest. “You had those?”

Ren is no longer laughing, back to matching Cub’s surprise. “Uh, yeah? Scar, my man, you gave me a sponge bath. You saw my bits!”

“I’m not the kind of man to pay attention to what another man has in his pants,” Scar tells him, turning his nose up.

“You literally knew me as a girl,” Ren continues. “Freshman year? I lived next door?”

And—

Hey, now that Ren mentions it, Scar does remember that one girl with the brown hair and the loud voice next door, False’s then-roommate. They had been pretty good friends until she stopped showing up and False started rooming with Ren instead.

Wait a minute.

“I thought she moved!” Scar says, just as astonished as the two of them. “You were her?”

A beat passes before Ren bursts into howling laughter, clutching at his sides. Cub still hasn’t stopped staring at him.

With a sudden intake of breath, Cub pinches the bridge of his nose under his glasses. He does that sometimes when Scar starts telling him about Disney. “Cool,” Cub says after he breathes out in a hiss of air. “Anyways—dude, stop laughing.”

“I can’t! Scar—he actually—”

“Anyways, the point is we wanted to talk about Ariana,” Cub starts, and Scar can’t help the way he immediately blushes just at the mention of his love’s name.

Nope, there’s no way he can convince them of his chivalry. He’ll start stammering and something inappropriate will slip out.

To save himself any embarrassment, Scar stands up, grabbing the walker set beside him (though he’d really prefer his cane). “Sorry, gentlemen,” he says, nodding to both Cub and the now-rolling Ren. “Speaking of Ari, I have to go call her.”

He doesn’t plan to do anything of the sort. He just needs to get away before anything untoward is said.

“Scar, wait—”

Scar strides away toward the bedroom as quickly as his legs will allow him and shuts the door, leaving Cub and Ren alone in the kitchen.

He really has no idea why they brought up trans people. How strange.

[cricky-butspicy]

Since I'm pretty into fashion and Sol seems to also be interested... silly shopping spree headcanons with Sol and Reader? (And Atlas being the designated bag carrier)

Soleil is more into Men’s fashion more than anything and costume making, but not much regular fashion seeing as all of his clothing needs to be custom made anyway, and he can’t shop in stores, and he has that specific style of clothing that he likes to wear and doesn’t like to change up often! BUT That doesn’t mean he isn’t OBSESSED with going shopping with you (as long as it’s not too busy and there aren’t many people!!)

Soleil every time you go shopping together tries to get you to buy a mini skirt as “a gift” for him and Attie coming. Even if you bought one last time. He says he’ll pay 🥺🥺 Just one mini skirt for their “troubles” (there have been no troubles. They love spending time with you.) (They just want to see you in a mini skirt with little underneath. Please fulfill their dreams.)

Soleil uses his thumbs to measure things sometimes because he knows how long they are. He’ll measure you then the clothing before having you try it on. He usually gets the size right. It’s like a little game for him.

Soleil always wears a white shirt on days you go on shopping spree with him so he can compare your skin to the white of it to get your undertones and a true sort of “comparison” so he knows the light better and how it will change the clothes you are looking at.

Soleil is a bit picky when going shopping with you. He only wants you to buy things he thinks feel good. In the back of his mind, he thinks that he’s going to be feeling it on you, too!! He should get a say! (Though that thought always makes his face heat up.)

Soleil worries about shoes. With his bad back and his special, custom-fitted dress loafers with prescription insoles that he wears daily with his regular outfit on, he worries what you wear will end up causing you trouble. He always suggests things with good support and chunky heels if you want heels. The shoes always have to have enough room for a good shoe insole insert too or it’s a no from him. (He’ll splurge his money on clothes for you, but only on things he likes or approves of (aka things he thinks won’t hurt you or put you in predicaments. He’ll pay for clothes he minorly won’t like because of style differences or textures, but not something that can hurt you or looks like it isn’t made nicely.) Your shoes you are paying for on your own dime 😔)

Soleil will try to push his fashion choices on you lightly in ways like “Oh, Sunshine! I think you’d look just darling in this if you would wear it! Surely it wouldn’t hurt to just, try it on? Maybe take a look at yourself in it in the dressing room? You could even ask Attie and my opinions on it!”

Soleil always wants to take you somewhere to eat afterwards. Shopping uses energy and surely you want something good to eat and drink!! Attie’s treat!! (Soleil did pay for nearly all the clothes, so that’s Atlas’s part.) (Atlas rolls his eyes each time but does so long as you go somewhere with savory foods for him.)

Soleil never really buys anything when you go on shopping sprees together. More often than not, Atlas buys one or two things and that’s it. (Atlas sometimes buys you things secretly.) (It’s usually something he or Soleil thinks is sexy.)

It’s funny you put Atlas as bag carrier, because yes he absolutely would, he would carry the world for you and Soleil, but he’s also a theatre techie and knows a lot of knowledge from backstage work and research. Which means he knows costuming well enough (along with the people who always fitted and made Sol’s clothing for him while Attie calmed Sol and talked with them about it), and he’s not afraid to voice his opinion on how that is not in your color family and that “Soleil looks good in burnt orange, and don’t put him in skinny jeans, they don’t do his ass proper justice like flared jeans do.”

Atlas is a bit of a diva. Just because he doesn’t care what he wears doesn’t mean he doesn’t care what you and Soleil wear. He does want you two looking your best after all. He’ll put in some input on his opinions whether you want it or not. You did bring him along, you know.

[deadbydangit]

Hi uhm, I hope this ask is okay but could I get some soft fluff with Pyramid Head? Like maybe involving handholding and hugs and just Pyramid Head comforting y/n who had an awful day and has gone nonverbal because of it? If you need more info I can give u some, thank you in advance 🙏

Ohh, that's cute. I'm going to modify it a little bit so I have more to write and add a few more characters. I hope this is okay with you and you enjoy.

Comforting the Reader After a Bad Day

Pyramid Head, Dwight, Houndmaster

Pyramid Head

You looked rough.

He's not a master at sensing emotions, but he knows when someone's not doing well.

He can't tell you that you're looking rough.

Cause, you know, he has no mouth.

So his way of checking if you're okay goes as follows.

One: A tap on the shoulder.

Then he kind of cruises his head to the side.

It's something you have to look for, but it certainly there.

It's like this quizzical look.

Even without eyes or a mouth, he somehow conveys these feelings.

You just know.

Two: After a moment of silence he'll just kind of bring you in for this hug.

He won't expect anything in return, he's just holding you.

And, since he's more than likely taller than you, he'll put his other hand on your head.

Pyramid Head will be petting your head.

Not in a condescending way.

It's more of a, 'Let the problems of the world fade away for just a moment and let me comfort you'.

'If I can do nothing else, just let me be here for you.'

While he can't give you any advice, he'll certainly listen to you if you want to talk about it.

If not, no problem.

He's a master at making long silences comfortable and relaxing.

Never awkward.

Sometimes, if it's really bad, he'll take you to his favorite spot.

A random field in the middle of the realm.

Nothing but grass for miles.

Nothing but the peaceful sway of the wind against the blades of grass.

A quiet little paradise in the realm.

He really wishes he could do more.

With his anatomy being the way it is, he's very limited.

But it's his comforting hold, his love and gaze, his attention to you that really makes the biggest difference.

Dwight Fairfield

Bad day?

He knows.

How?

He's worn that look before.

Dwight is the master of bad days.

This poor man has the most insanely bad luck in every aspect of life.

So, yeah, he's been there and done that.

And, somehow, he's come out the other end of it.

Is he a better person because of it?

Maybe.

But he is a stronger person.

A more emotionally available person.

You'd think this nervous angel would be a stuttering mess when trying to comfort you.

But it's actually the complete opposite.

He's extremely confident in his skills when it comes to helping people who are at their worst.

Because he's been at those worsts.

Dwight had to go through all those bad days by himself. He's not going to let that happen to you.

If you don't want to talk about it, he's never going to force you.

But if you do, he's all ears.

He's a great listener, never butts in when there's silence, and always does his best to support you.

If you decide not to talk about it, Dwight won't hold it against you.

"Do you want a hug?"

He will be whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you cuddle.

And he always respects your boundaries.

If you don't want to cuddle, no big deal. He'll just sit by.

But, come on, you want the hug.

"You know, you're pretty amazing."

"I must be the luckiest guy in the world. To have someone as incredible as you sitting by my side? It's hard to believe."

"I know whatever you're going through must be tough. But I also know you're going to make it through it."

"You may get bruised and beat up along the way, but I'll be here to patch you up afterwards."

"I love you."

Houndmaster

Portia is not good with sappy emotions.

The only emotion in her mind, usually, is anger and revenge.

And unless you count sadistic happiness as an emotion, there's very little else.

When it comes to you, it's not much different.

One thing Portia is, is observant.

So when you come back without your usual spirit, your usual gusto.

She knows something is up.

You didn't even say hi to her!

At first, she might be a little put off.

Her first instinct is usually to be angry.

Angry at those who screwed her over, at those who killed her father, at those who were responsible for her torment, at the world.

But being angry at you?

That's something else entirely.

Snug, on the other hand, is much better at understanding emotions.

Dogs usually are.

So she'll send her trusted companion to comfort you first.

It's kind of hard to be upset when 100 lb of dog is kissing your face over and over.

After a few minutes Portia herself will arrive.

She'll sit down next to you, but she's not going to say anything.

She knows that anything she'll say is probably going to make things worse.

She might mumble something, maybe even try and crack a joke.

But, otherwise, she's completely silent.

You can talk about your problem, and she'll listen.

But she's not going to say anything about it.

Unless you're plotting to get revenge against somebody for something, she isn't going to be much help and she knows that.

Instead, she'll pull your head onto her shoulder and gently pat your head.

Almost like she's petting a dog.

"World is shit. It's better if we face it together."

Is it perfect?

No.

But is she trying her best despite her circumstances?

Despite the fact that she only knows how to be evil and ruthless?

Despite the fact that, for years, she hadn't known a shred of kindness?

Yes.

And she wouldn't do it for anyone but you.

[dippitydoppitydingdong]

BOUNCING UP AND DOWN AND FLAPPING MY HANDS LIKE A GIDDY DUMBASS

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY IDEAS!!!!!! i am very creative and think WAY TOO MUCH and always connect my favorite things together so utilizing D&D concepts in a Dandy's World x Miraculous Ladybug AU (DW is my current hyperfixation, MLB is a secondary interest)

i think the witch hat works better, it really gives more of that childish grandiosity that you would see in an eight year old. i think she should also have a giant flowy cape and a little jabot like Rodger because yes. it's adorable. maybe her dog plush's white spots could change into stars to fit with the star motif you incorporated?

i think it would also be cool if the d10 di(c)e was visible in her eye(s) (depending on if you opted for 1 or 2 dice) so everybody could actively see what number– and therefore superpower– she rolled!!! could be good for a quick indicator as to what she's about to do next

uhhh. some power rolls i thought of that you could do (just ten for now, half are self-applicable and the other half are like spell casting)

- Super Strength

- Super Speed

- Invisibility

- Telekinesis (can be self-applied for flight)

- Gigantism/Size Change

- Blazeblast Spell (shoot off swaths of fire or throw fireballs) (fire = orange = skill check)

- Stormstrike Spell (generate a powerful bolt of lightning) (lightning = yellow = speed)

- Weedwhacker Spell (summon giant vines from the ground to wall off or attack) (plants = green = stamina)

- Frigidfreeze Spell (freeze the ground to make it slippery or encase someone in a block of ice) (ice = blue = stealth)

- Cometcrash Spell (conjure magical stars to rain down on enemies) (stars/space = purple = extraction)

(these are just ideas. feel free to use or not. yeah i gave all of the magic spells alliterative names. i know, i'm corny-)

and in terms of motivation... i was thinking of maybe she keeps getting brushed off or denied because she wants to help with stuff but "she's too young" and it makes her upset because Toodles is known to want to help with things whenever she can, and this whole situation with the akumas and trying to stop Allureium could not only already put her on edge, but drive her to want to help and hence get turned away because "little kids shouldn't be messing with this kind of stuff" (which is. valid.)

and i think Rodger's tendency to exclude her from his more serious cases (like in one of his dialogues with her in the elevator) would only bother her more (even though he totally reasonable in not wanting her to get hurt) so maybe she feels like she's unable to do anything, therefore her power being able to do a whole lot of different things

maybe she even snaps at Rodger when he initially realizes she's been akumatized, something along the lines of "Beat it Dad! I can do anything now and you can't stop me!"

and Percenchild's powers do seem destructive enough that Silver Fox would have to step in heheheh. oh poor Rodger, first he's concerned about his daughter's safety and now he has to fight her 💔

i do wonder how Shelly gets her hands on more Miraculouses for lending out, since you said way earlier that she found the Ladybug Miraculous by chance while digging, does she just end up finding the rest over time, or is there a Guardian here and the Ladybug Miraculous just happened to be lost... or perhaps buried there on purpose?

HEYYYYYY WHATS UUUUPPPPP ITS MEEEEE THE DEVILLLLL /ref

i come to you with a funny little idea.

concept i thought of for Akuma-Toodles :)

so. for a little background. i was reading through a pdf of the D&D 2024 Player's Handbook and came across the Wild Magic Sorcerer subclass, and after staring at it for a little bit i was like "hold on. that could actually do good for like. akumatized toodles."

IF YOU DO NOT KNOW:

how Wild Magic works in D&D is that you roll two D10 (10-sided) dice and look up what the effect is on a table that has a variety of different outcomes based on the number you roll from 1-100 (with one dice counting as the Tens and the other as the Ones)

as you can see here, this pair of D10 dice will add up to a number between 1 and 100 that corresponds to an effect on the Wild Magic table (00 + 0 = 100 iirc)

so basically i was thinking, what if Akuma-Toodles had her own version of Wild Magic? it would just be entirely beneficial to her instead of having the chance to backfire (since the Wild Magic table has some self-affecting negative results lol).

after having her Dog Plush corrupted, the 8ball die in her head transformed into a pair of D10 dice and she can roll a number 1-100 and get a different power for each result!!! (could limit it down to sections of like 1-5, 6-10, 11-15, 16-20, etc so you don't have to come up with 100 unique results... only 50 😅)

(even then, you could keep it to just one D10 die and have only 10 options for superpowers)

and a name i thought of for her is PERCENCHILD

it's a combo of Percentile (another name for D10 dice) and, well, child... cuz that's what she is.

alternatively there's the more obvious option of Lil' Miss Fortune (a pun on misfortune)

but yeah!!! that's a little fun idea i had for her because 8ball has that stuff with probability and dice and her in-game ability is luck-based so i decided to play into that :3

also. the eight symbol on her head should turn into an infinity symbol. that's the only design detail i think should be there. hehe.

OOOOOOO- you know what we’ve got akuma! Toodles now (well, at least a doodle of her, I feel like I haven’t figured out her design completely yet lol)

okay uh I know literally nothing about D&D but I think I understand this Wild Magic concept enough to love it- LOOK AT THE FUNNY LITTLE WIZARD

(can’t really decide if I should give Percenchild a cute little witch hat and have her hood down or if I should just keep it up to give her a more sorceress look …… or maybe she has the hat underneath her hood-)

god everytime I think about cloaked characters I think of that one stupid Kermit meme

AAAA I know I said it before a billion times but I love your ideas so much THIS WAS SO CREATIVE A U G H - I COULD NEVER-

although, I couldn’t imagine what Rodger would think of all this- (well, at least Silver Fox would be there to save her :3)

[sysig]

Spooning..... (Patreon)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i’m so glad you brought up that bit in excalibur where magneto’s ideal prison is him getting to be a husband and father again, because it’s so relevant to the idea that the house of m reality isn’t actually everyone’s ideal life, but just wanda’s idea of what everyone’s ideal life would be. all the time i see x-fans condemn magneto for house of m because his ideal world is him becoming exactly like his oppressors, but house of m isn’t actually the life magnus wants! any time magnus gets to become a political leader, he hates it. he hated ruling genosha. he hated ruling krakoa. deep down, he doesn’t want to be superior. he just wants to live in peace with the family he lost.

also, shoutout to magda and anya, who never get to be anything other than magneto’s women in refrigerators. i wish they got to be more important than that. i love it every time we see them in comics, but it’s so rare. and shoutout to magda in particular since she’s been almost completely erased from the narrative by the maximoff retcon. really hope we get a reveal that natalya maximoff was magda all along when we inevitably make wanda and pietro magneto’s mutant children again.

i honestly didnt know excalibur was a predecessor to HoM when i heard about both runs so when i saw that set of panels for the first time it really had me reconsider HoM and the 'ideal reality' bit, im surprised i dont see it mentioned more often

i really wish there were more appearances of mags, magda, and anya; if there are stories focused on them i barely see them talked about... ive heard magda is mags' best-written partner from some but i also very rarely see stories that feature her directly named, so i never get to see her beyond the few fleeting instances i just so happen to catch her. id very much like to see more of her and mags' domestic life....

i think if we find out that natalya was magda all along i'll howl: this family really Can get more complicated contrary to popular belief 💀

[lovelyisadora]

Also when sep restarts his apprenticeship is he like. Okay so you rlly did cut out a lot of stuff huh. Wtf were u going to if I finished the apprenticeship. And marcia's like idk I didn't think that far ahead. Or like. What happens andjdndjfn I need More

quick context because this has been in my inbox for at least two years but this is about the apprenticeship arrangement in rewrite au (at least I am like 95 percent sure it is).

if Septimus had actually finished the apprenticeship, he wouldn’t have been able to take over as extraordinary wizard because of how she modified it to be age appropriate and because he went into it with little to no experience with or knowledge of magyk (in rewrite au, the extraordinary apprenticeship is more of an elite position; if the purpose is to train potential extraordinary wizards, then only apprentices who are top of their magyk classes or programs are considered). Marcia was never going to have him take over so young, but without the proper training, he couldn’t have taken over ever. so since she didn’t have a plan and never thought that far ahead anyway, and because the arrangement was always about his day to day functioning, she really was just figuring it out as she went (with no help from Silas or Sarah, but only because Marcia is the extraordinary wizard; the apprenticeship hiding the fact that she is his legal guardian is hers to figure out as far as they are concerned).

the hardest part, since she did want him to take over eventually, would have been keeping the arrangement a secret and finding how to prepare him in a way that qualified him without him realizing what was really going on. she would have pushed him to higher education, would have found ways to introduce new books and extra lessons and spells in a way that didn’t clue him in that she was teaching him the way he should have always been taught. anything, so that when she was ready and he expressed interest in replacing her, it could happen. but because he doesn’t have the easiest apprenticeship even modified as it is, none of this happens. it all falls apart because it wasn’t sustainable, but also because he wasn’t ready and neither was she (which she did warn Silas and Sarah about).

she tells him this, after the first three months of his restarted apprenticeship, but only when he asks. because he knew, after they finally talked about it when it all fell apart that the actual apprenticeship was different, but he hadn’t realized just how much. he’s taking magyk classes because Marcia warned him she wasn’t going to bridge his gap in knowledge. he would be more than prepared for some of it, but nowhere near ready for a lot of it. if he was serious about recommitting to the extraordinary apprenticeship then the extraordinary apprenticeship was what he was getting, nothing less, and he needs do the work he missed on his own. Marcia is also Marcia, so she pushes him harder and expects more of him than other extraordinary wizards might have expected of their apprentices if they were in this situation. his first three months are very difficult as a result and he starts realizing that being the extraordinary wizard is a lot harder than it looks, that the work required to get to that position is harder than he thought, and he’s like, oh my god, Marcia, were you going to throw me into that without any of this?

telling him the second part of it, that she still wouldn’t have told him about the arrangement had he finished his original apprenticeship, is almost as hard as it would have been to cover it up. he really does not like hearing that Marcia still would have lied by omission and kept it from him. he thinks that he would have deserved to know, had he not found out by accident when it fell apart.

Marcia ends the conversation there though, to his frustration, because there’s no point in talking about what would have been. he knows now. he’s doing the apprenticeship now, the right way. they’ve already discussed the arrangement, at length. they don’t need to discuss it any further.

except they do, because they resolved it without resolving it. if Marcia kept this from him, if she would have continued to keep this from him, what else must she be keeping from him? he never fully trusts her again.