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mokulule · 9 days ago

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I've been on a Devil May Cry kick lately and I have a handful of stories kicking around, figured I might share a bit, see if anyone is even interested.

Untitled DMC fic - part 1

Fandom: Devil May Cry No ships, focused mainly on Nero and Vergil, though Dante will eventually show up. Summary: Weakened from his defeat as Nelo Angelo, Vergil has been in the grasp of Agnus and used to create the Angelos. Through a twist of fate he manages to get a broken Yamato early, but he's not entirely there mentally. Teen Nero has a no good bad horrible day and gets kidnapped for his trouble.

For the longest time he was nothing - at most a shade, a suggestion of something that once was - but she called to him.

She called to him and he was helpless to her mournful song.

Finally he held her in his hands where she belonged and her song rose into a joyful crescendo. For the first time in a very long time he felt air in his lungs. They were both still broken, but he remembered now:

They were Vergil and Yamato.

They were survivors. When they met opposition they cut through it. Even snapped Yamato’s edge had not dulled, all she’d lost was her reach, it only meant Vergil had to make up for it.

They walked and Yamato sang again and again for him. There was strange blood in the air, tainted, wrong, indecisive: couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be human or demon.

Time had no meaning, not as long as they lived, but then, suddenly there was white hair, stormy blue eyes and yelling, brash and loud and the first sound he heard with his ears.

Family, Vergil’s soul sang.

Dante, Vergil’s heart begged and it took a moment’s consideration to examine what that meant (brother, twin) as he diverted from a cut to a punch.

His fist buried itself in the boy’s stomach (it was only a boy), and he gasped and folded around it, even as he desperately tried to keep his opponent in view. Blue eyes met blue from inches away. Fear and pain crossed that too young face that was so much like Vergil’s brother.

He breathed in deep and shifted through the scents in the air - there was the scent of kin, strong so close to the source, but too much wrongness around, they had to leave this place.

The boy struggled and yelled and tried to dig his feet in when he pulled at him. Vergil growled - foolish nestling, this place wasn’t safe - and decked him, not enough to damage, just enough to stagger him. He walked over and picked his groaning form up under his left arm.

They had to go, now. Vergil breathed slow as he brought up Yamato. Then with no warning he cut the air and the portal hummed before him. Behind him there was yelling, but that was inconsequential, he had all that he needed as he stepped through the portal.

Oo o oO

Nero’s day had started normally.

He got up at five. Ate breakfast with a too cheery for the early hour Kyrie and a consistently grumpy at the early hour Credo. He fielded another lecture about his refusal to wear a uniform or even armor over syrup smothered pancakes that he frankly paid more attention to than Credo.

He shared a glance with Kyrie who smiled at him secretly, then raised an eyebrow. Nero relented slightly with a sigh because he knew Credo’s badgering came from a place of care, but he wasn’t about to give in entirely.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said getting up, sending Credo a cocky smile, “if my fellow knights ever actually manage to land a hit on me in training I will consider the armor.”

Credo looked like he’d bit into a sour apple. “One of these days your arrogance will bite you in the ass.”

Nero burst out laughing at the crass word out of Credo’s mouth. “Yes, Sir.”

He gave a poor imitation of a salute and then a wave to Kyrie, before he grabbed his standard issue sword and headed out the door. He pretended not to hear Credo’s sigh and the tired “what am I gonna do with him?”

Still, it set his teeth grinding. He slipped his headphones over his ears and turned up his music letting the fast beat and the guitar riff rush through him. Nero wasn’t Credo’s responsibility. He wasn’t actually Nero’s brother much less his parent, and Nero was doing well enough for himself.

He was 15 years old and already a knight. So what if he didn’t believe jack about the Order’s preaching, he was good at it. He got to protect people, like Kyrie. And no matter Credo’s stuck-up attitude, Nero knew Credo wouldn’t want anyone else at his back than Nero if there was a real fight. But Credo was also one step from promotion to Knight-Commander so he’d been gratingly proper and by the book even more so than usual, and Nero never did respond well to that.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and slouched as he walked through town. He ignored the hooded gazes of the devout that followed him with familiar disdain. He didn’t know why they bothered, they really should be used to him by now, but apparently they didn’t have anything better to do.

His left hand found the familiar grip of Blue Rose and he toyed absently with the weapon. She was a project he was working on and he was so close to perfecting her. Guns were only for hunting animals on Fortuna, but Nero saw no reason why they couldn’t be used to hunt demons.

In his opinion it made more sense than to pack yourself into a tin can and bat at it with a sword. It was just that demons healed so fast it was hard to do proper damage on armored demons when you needed both piercing power to get through pesky carapace and explosive power to do actual damage. It was why Blue Rose fired two bullets, with one staggered slightly behind - Nero almost had the perfect timing down.

He arrived at the local knights’ headquarters and mentally prepared himself for a mind numbing amount of drills he could do in his sleep. Good thing he had his music.

Hopefully there’d trickle some sort of mission in. Nero was raring to fight something.

Four hours later Nero regretted that as he arrived on the docks and the field of fallen knights. The scent of blood, metallic and tangy, was heavy in the air and Nero’s stomach turned in nausea.

Their target was cloaked in a ratty garment splattered dark with both fresh and old blood. In their human looking hand was a broken blade, whose state nonetheless hadn’t stopped the man (or demon) from slicing knights into ribbons. Something about the blade tugged at Nero like a hand squeezing his heart and pulling. He froze.

The two knights he’d arrived with ran ahead. Nero’s head screamed at him to move, but his body refused.

It was what saved him.

The stranger took a stance slightly bent over, feet sliding apart putting his center of gravity low. Nero didn’t even see him move. One moment he was there, the next he was on the other side of the knights and they were falling over, screaming in pain, that turned into terrible gurgling as their lungs filled with blood.

Finally, Nero snapped out of it.

“You bastard!” He screamed voice breaking. Blood rushed angrily in his ears, it pumped through his body as he ran forward. He hefted his sword ready to put all his momentum into his swing.

He saw his death in that stance, in the glint of a mournful broken blade. There was no way he could match that speed; it wasn’t natural, it wasn’t human. He couldn’t dodge. At most, he could hope to take out the stranger with him.

At the very last fraction of a second there was a change. Instead of a killing slash a fist collided with his solar plexus, punching out his air in a choked gasp and if he’d actually managed to eat his lunch before the alarm had been sounded he’d have lost the meal. Desperately, Nero kept a hold of his sword and tried to keep his enemy in sight through the pain.

It was then he saw them, inches from his own, cold and strangely vacant blue eyes, like a dead mirror.

Terror gripped Nero, like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Slowly he slid off the fist, which so easily held his weight. His knees hit the wood of the pier with hollow thumps that sent shocks of pain up his spine. His lungs screamed for air, but nothing was working yet.

A hand clamped down on his upper arm, hard and unyielding and dragged him up and forward. He dropped his sword, a rookie mistake, as he tried fruitlessly to scramble back. Why was he taking him?!Why hadn’t he just killed him? Why kill everyone but not him? He hadn’t felt this helpless since he was a small child.

“Let go of me, bastard!”

Nero yelled more than that, he yelled himself hoarse, but he honestly didn’t know if he was begging or insulting or maybe just screaming.

There was a sudden pain in his head.

The world spun. He hit something else back first, knocking his breath out again. He didn’t know up from down.

Slow footsteps approached and Nero knew he should be trying to move away, to do something but he couldn’t. A strong grip around his midsection pulled at him. Nero gagged, tasting bile in his mouth. If only the world would stop spinning.

Something unnatural prickled at Nero’s senses before he was covered in bone-chilling cold that seemed to last forever, but which was only really the span of two heartbeats.

The band around his midsection loosened and he was dropped unceremoniously onto soft moist ground. Nero breathed in the scent of earth and decaying leaves. For a moment he was just happy to be able to breathe and allow his head to stop spinning, but alarm was slowly rising, because it hadn’t rained in weeks on Fortuna. There should be no rain softened ground to land on.

As he breathed the world slowly came back into focus on an old battered green spring horse and further back towering trees starting to turn into autumn colors. Damp seeped into his knees and elbows. It was colder here than Fortuna - wherever here was.

Blue Rose, his only remaining weapon, was digging into his stomach from where it was in his jacket pocket. It was deeply uncomfortable, his gut hurt so freaking much. He pushed himself so he rolled onto his side, biting back a groan and breathing carefully through the pain. He now had the assailant in view. They had sat down on a tree stump a few steps away, so still Nero almost thought they were trying to grow roots themselves.

He only had six bullets, three shots. No extra ammo.

Carefully, watching for a reaction, Nero pushed himself to a sitting position. He gagged as the world turned but he stubbornly remained sitting until the spinning stopped. Still his vision went double for a moment and though every fiber of his being screamed at him to do something, he didn’t dare waste a shot - not with the speed his foe had demonstrated.

“Oi, asshole-” He coughed, and his gut protested vehemently against the use of his muscles. He cursed inwardly, he hurt so much. “Where are we?”

There was no answer. Not so much as a tilt to indicate they were even listening.

“Why’d you take me?”

Still nothing. Nero remembered the vacant eyes and shuddered. Were they even alive? Or were they some sort of killing automaton? But then why had they brought Nero along?

Nothing made any bloody sense.

Whatever, Nero would just have to find a way home. Gritting his teeth against the strain, he got first on one knee and then onto his feet with the support of the spring horse which creaked ominously in a way that had Nero’s eyes dart to his kidnapper, fearful it would be what finally made him move again. But still nothing.

Maybe he’d run out of batteries, one could hope. Nero scrunched up his face against the nausea as he took a step away from the thing and a hand went to clutch at his hurting gut. He really hoped he wasn’t bleeding internally.

Another step, and a careful breath - not too deep, not too shallow, a careful balance between enough oxygen and not aggravating his everything.

One step in front of the other. His head pounded, ached in time with his too fast heartbeat. He’d almost reached the tree line.

It was enough to have hope soaring in his chest, but then there was a dirty cloaked figure in front of him and a hand around his arm. He got a shake, that rattled every thought in his head, and clearly he was going mad because it made him feel like a misbehaving puppy as he was dragged back, this time all the way to the tree stump.

He was unceremoniously pushed to the ground and his kidnapper sat back on the stump. Nero barred his teeth in a soundless sneer, but his anger was quick to be sucked out by the cold ground. The shadows had lengthened during Nero’s slow trek across the clearing that might have once been a playground. Without the sun, it was cold and it wasn’t long before Nero started shivering.

Oo o oO

Vergil rested, his energy slowly getting traded back and forth between him and Yamato strengthening them both. There wasn’t much of it and it would be very slow going, but Vergil had time.

A strange clattering sound was coming from the nestl- the boy. Brows furrowing he turned his head. He was shaking curled in on himself and it was his teeth which were making that clattering noise like an agitated marionette.

He blinked slowly as he pulled at old memories that felt sticky and thick like molasses and just as unwilling to give up their contents. Seconds passed in observation until finally it clicked: he was cold.

Vergil remembered the cold. He remembered shivering and hiding and running. His hand tightened on Yamato who sang soothingly back to him. They were together, nothing could hurt him now.

His head turned in the direction where he remembered a house. It would be adequate shelter.

Oo o oO

Nero was miserable. He hurt all over and he wasn’t yet convinced he didn’t have internal damage. He had no idea where he was because he’d been kidnapped, just straight up picked up like he was a sack of potatoes rather than a person. He still didn’t know why he hadn’t just been killed, but currently it seemed his kidnapper just wanted to have him die from exposure.

He curled in on himself teeth clattering, he was so freaking cold.

The attack came out of nowhere. His arm was suddenly grabbed in what was starting to be a familiar iron grip. He struggled to get his cold legs to move and he was dragged backwards, unable to get his legs properly under him.

“Wait!” He yelped, “where are you taking me! I can walk myself, if you just-“

A low inhuman growl coming from his kidnapper had Nero instinctively freezing and then going limp.

If the kidnapper wanted to drag Nero around fine. Maybe if Nero was lucky he would exert himself dragging his deadweight.

Sadly, it didn’t seem so. His kidnapper was the very definition of slow and steady wins the race and after a while dirt and grass was replaced by wooden floors. Nero looked around in surprise. They’d entered some dilapidated house that was somehow still standing despite what looked and smelled like old fire damage.

Nero was pulled further into the house and he wondered just where they were going. They passed what used to be a kitchen and Nero had the sudden thought that maybe he was meant to be a snack for later. Finally they entered something that might have once been a library and Nero found himself shoved into a corner. He didn’t have time to react before his kidnapper sat down right in front of him, leaving him stuck between them and the wall.

Nero tensed. Lying here he had time to take in details he hadn’t had the focus to do before and some things also became instantly more noticeable when stuck in close quarters indoors compared to outdoors. His kidnapper smelled terrible: like old blood and that rotten eggs sulphur scent demons sometimes had.

But scent, even terrible, had a way of losing power after a while and his kidnapper was also warm and Nero was very exhausted.

He slept.

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#devil may cry #dmc #vergil #nero #dadgil #kinda eventually #he's not there yet #also there's misunderstandings #Vergil Kidnaps Nero

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andro-dino · 9 months ago

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Mr. and Mr. Alabaster

(this is me being cringe but free THIS IS ME BEING CRINGE BUT FREE)

true to my word, I am currently rewatching root rpg just bc I miss celgene alabaster. I was thinking a little bit too hard about him though and ended up making him a husband, so here's Sonny! he has existed for like two days and already he means the world to me.

they r,,,,, important to me. idk man i just like the idea of this big ol grumpy, shady badger guy having an adorable rabbit husband who he calls cute affectionate nicknames and they both adore each other. THEY MEAN A LOT TO ME. i have like so many thoughts about their dynamic but i can't articulate them into words so im just like hrnrnrnrnrnrnnrnrnr!!!!!!! im thinking about them so hard guys you dont understand they r taking over my brain i love them so much

i have more doodles i'd like to make of them but i guess only time will tell how many of those i'll actually be able to get down.

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igotathingforwolverine · 10 months ago

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Taking The Honey-Badger for a Walk in Earth 616: Logan x OC Funny

So my OC Lilith has telekinesis, her mutation is more similar in the MCU to be like Agatha and Wanda. Witch rather than a ‘mutant’. But she’s a baby witch so her shit sometimes goes sideways and causes messes (funny messes).

So I had a funny dream.

After a while and she realizes Logan won’t stab her. She gets SUPER BOLD. Like a cat knowing a human says they don’t like them but won’t do shit if they clamor all over them.

And she begins to ADORE on him. “Logan you’re so sweet! Mister grumpy face!” *nuzzle face.

“Lo! Yaaaaay you came to visit!” *floats up and nuzzles into his face and giggles*.

Logan: FUCKIN QUIT IT! *bristled and bitchy but allows it.* ya little shit! >:T.

Lily: I made your favorite! 🥺 *has Tupperware of snacks AND A CIGAR*

Logan: >:T …… <.<….. >.>…. *snags it* fine.

So the problem is that Logan gets restless and when Logan gets restless he gets PISSY. Wade will get stabbed so Lilith just kinda “Lo! Come walk with me please!”

Logan: Walk yer fuckin self!

Lily: but I’m tiny and pickupable. What if I get kidnapped. 🥺😢☹️

Logan:….. *I am tiny hm. That would suck no more snacks or free cigars* fine.

Walking New York together. They make an odd pair. Buttercup sweater hippie flower child pastel bohemian with a big burly looking lumberjack mofo.

- She holds his hand. Which he tries to shake off. “NUH uh I’m tiny what if we hit a crowd!” He allows it. He won’t say but it’s nice having a warm hand in his.

-She’ll feign hunger so she can feed him because he’ll just say he’s not hungry but he’ll eat if she’s eating because why not. Or a ‘I can’t eat all this I ordered too much help?’ Because sure he’s *useful* of course he can help.

- telekinesis is good when his temper hits. “No Logan. Count to ten.” FUCK THAT LEMME PUNCH EM! “Lo it’s a pissy mean hobo no.”

-He eventually feels better, less stressed. “I know what you’re doin.”

- Lilith just smiles and shrugs. “Be a good boy and I’ll get you whiskey.”

- Logan does that dumb smirk and crowds her space and her energy goes off and she blows a street lamp with a blushy squeak. “Huh.” That’s new.

#logan howlett #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool #wolverine #wolverpool #poolverine #old man logan #wade wilson #wade x logan

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kiomaru-san · 2 months ago

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Disaster has come at the wrong time.

In the morning of peaceful and sunny day, where everyone is having fun, all kids playing and the parents are stressed by taxes.

Inside the Wilson's apartment, Logan is walking around the kitchen with his tank top and boxer, his socks that already have a hole everywhere.

Logan take his cold and good ol' beer, open the tab and chug on it. He takes his newspaper, sit down at his favorite smelly couch and relaxed.

Everything is peaceful, Laura is doing her homework, Mary-puppin is eating her food from her bowl and Logan finally get to rest after doing something special with his husband last night.

But then suddenly, the disaster come by itself..

Wade came out from his shared room with Logan. a grumpy look plastered on his face, he goes to Logan and stand in front of the old man.

"Hubby." The harsh tone in Wade's voice made Logan's eyes snapped at him.

Logan reluctantly pull his gaze away from the newspaper then look at his grumpy husband, isn't he supposed to be the grumpy one? He ask himself..

"What, red?" Logan asks, a curious look in his eyes.

"Am I fattened?" Wade asks at Logan, shooting a death glare at him.

Oh no, no no no no?! Not today, why does it have to be today? Why does Lord made this time as his fate?!

The last time when he say Wade IS fattened, his "buddy" get smash on the spot and he have to walk like a crab for one week.

Logan already breaking cold sweat, the air changes from peaceful to horror and intense.

Logan looks at Laura, silently pleading for some help but then he saw Laura pack her homework inside her bag and carry her bagpack.

"You're on your own, daddy!" Laura already run inside her room, don't want to get involved to face Wade's wrath too.

Logan grunt in disbelief, even his own daughter doesn't want to help him, her own father! He's offended.

He looks at Mary-puppin, but she's already follow Laura to be inside her room too, now he's all by his own..great, just what he need.

"Look, Darlin'. You're not fattening.. You're just- just..just.." His eyes roam all over Wade's body, to be honest.. He is a little pudgy than usual but he has to lie if he wants his "family jewelry" safe and well.

"It's not that you're fattening, red. You're just muscular, yeah.." He say in awkward look.

"Hmm, really? Then I should test it out by wearing an S sized clothes, but if it doesn't fit that's mean you're lying, okay?" Wade ask, a suspicion look in his eyes.

Logan gulp and try to explain to his husband. "No, you don't have to, Red, you're already okay, you don't have to-"

Too later, Wade already leave at his shared room with Logan.

After a moment, Wade come back with a perfectly fitting S sized robe.

"Oh! I guess, I'm not fattening then, maybe I'm just overthinking, doesn't I~?" He giggles "silly me! Sorry, hubby~" Wade smiles warmly.

Logan sigh loudly, there's a relief in the sigh of his. "See, red? You're only an overthinking idiot." Logan smirk at his own nickname for that merc.

"Haha, yeah~" *Wade take a look at the robe again, the robe actually an XL sized and Wade remembered that he's tall so the robe might look smalled on him..so does that mean..

Wade clenching his hands into a fist, his eyes snapped at Logan.

"Honey badger, I gave you ten seconds to run.." He command, his fist became veiny..

"Fuck-" Logan quickly runaway and scream like a literal girl.

Wade chase on him like a predator and his pink, sharp nails ready to smash that balls up. "LOGAN HOWLETT, I'M GONNA CATCH YOU, YOU SHITHEAD-" he keep chasing on his husband.

Laura and Mary-puppin was sitting at the couch, watching Laura's favorite My Little Pony the movie.

The end ^^ 🌟‼️

#logan howlett #wade wilson #wade x logan #deadpool #deadpool and wolverine #laura #mary poppins #my post #my fic writing #they are married #wade is a madness #marvel #wolverine #idk what else to tag #whatever #idk #theyre so silly #lol

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 2 years ago

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Scorptra is toxic? Interesting. Elaborate on that please. I too, am uncomfortable by the ship, yet can’t put it into words.

i think it was pretty obvious in the show, but i'll explain anyway. the toxicity of this ship started right before the portal was activated. this was after the crimson waste episode, which was when scorptra was at its peak. throughout the series, catra goes from being annoyed by scorpia to actually coming to value her as a friend.

in the crimson waste episode, catra is not only nice to scorpia, but she actually blushes around her. she also openly shows her appreciation for scorpia and seems happier altogether. probably the happiest she has ever been in the series, s5 included.

it's after catra electrocutes entrapta that the toxicity begins. when scorpia tries to interject, catra threatens to electrocute her as well. after the whole portal thing, catra is noticeably more annoyed by scorpia. and unlike in s1, she's not just being grumpy or avoidant, but she's actively being hostile to scorpia (who is just worried about catra and wants to console her).

it goes from snide remarks to full on verbal abuse, some examples being:

Catra: Stop it! Stop badgering me, Stop hovering over me, Just back off! I don't need to explain myself to you, We're not friends!

Catra: I asked you to do one thing! One simple thing and you completely ruined it! But of course you ruined it. Yeah. You're Scorpia. That's just what you do! You couldn't handle Emily... You never know when to shut up... The only thing you've ever done is get in my way! What did I expect, I mean, how could you possibly be this useless?!

don't forget catra tries to gaslight scorpia as well regarding what happened to entrapta (although she does seem slightly more guilty here than she did with adora):

Catra: Entrapta betrayed us, and got what she deserved.

Scorpia: But she didn't betray us. She wanted to save us from the portal. And she was right, if Adora hadn't shut it down—

Catra: Entrapta betrayed Hordak. As for the portal, it left the Rebellion in shambles, and that means it worked. Got it? Good. Now, get this place cleared out.

so yeah, it's definitely toxic. however, i actually like this ship. i do think that it had more potential than c//a. for starters, scorpia and catra aren't adoptive sisters.

also, if there's one person in the series that catra was the nicest to, it was scorpia. she didn't treat scorpia well all the time, as i mentioned earlier, but any time catra was being genuinely kind, it was towards scorpia. scorpia also gets a little bit of character growth from this ship, learning to respect catra's boundaries more. i think that if this ship was paid more attention to, it could have been endgame.

#spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop discourse #spop criticism #she ra #scorptra #scorpia #catra

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kaelang12 · 11 months ago

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WitW Comparison pt 3: Badger

oh, Badger. the curmudgeonly grump with a secret heart of gold, and the one i love the most.

tj!Badger is my favorite version of the two, and i will not deny that he is the love of my life. Nicol Williamson plays him to perfection.

the poor animal just wants to be left alone and sleep, warmed by the fire. i'd be grumpy too, if someone woke me up just to go out into the cold.

he acts all tough at first, but when he sees who it is, he reacts accordingly and brings them in. for all the toughness, he cares enough to offer to let Mole come and live with him.

but don't let that kindness fool you.

"Were the weasels beastly to you, Moley?" (trans.: do I need to go and Cut a Bitch?)

when he hears what Toad has done, he immediately goes to start an intervention.

(granted, it doesn't work, but hey, he tries. multiple times.)

true to his badger nature, he actually threatens a human with bodily harm and gets away with it.

"...And I promise not to insert one part of it into any portion of your anatomy." and the way he says it is so casual! i do not know where he will insert the pieces, but i just know he would get creative enough to not need an orifice to do it through. he could probably take on a whole group of weasels and win.

oh wait...

he does. god, i love him so much. he could probably smack the idiocy out of Toad, but that would be too easy.

i am totally biased towards this animal. he's just about as tired of Toad as musical!Rat is, but still helps him out because goddammit, he made a promise and by god he will stick to it.

11/10 best animal and i wish to be as cool as him when i'm older.

marry me pls

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if tj!Badger is the stern grandpa, then musical!Badger is the tough but loving grandpa.

look at that. he's genuinely happy to see Rat and Mole, and eagerly lets them into his home. but don't confuse kindness for weakness.

like Chief Weasel did.

Top 10 Pictures Taken Before Disasters

not even Toad can bravado his way though a talking-to by Badger.

"I will dismiss my own butler if he needs to be dismissed!"

"THEN DISMISS HIM!"

"Thank you, Rabbit, that will be all."

i have the feeling, judging by the coat and his tone, he was in the army at one point. he's at most a peg lower than R. Lee Ermy when it comes to discipline. he won't insult your sexuality, but he would be Very Disappointed in You, and that hurts even more.

he clearly experienced in psych-out war tactics, given how he approved of Mole's taunting of the stoats.

goddamn, he even pulls a Metal Gear Solid and takes out the light before the Riverbankers activate their plan. he's got a good eye with a slingshot.

after all is said and done, he's still not used to being around other people, and this little bit gets me.

"It's not my usual place, but I thought they wouldn't mind my joining in for once."

"Mind? How can have a celebration without you, after all you've done?"

"You flatter me, Mole."

"I sometimes wonder if you know how much we love you, Badger."

"No one's ever said that before."

i just...gimme a moment...

musical!badger is clearly lonely, but i feel that his reputation is too well-known to offer him any comfort.

he's the type to have a little tyke on his lap and tell them stories about Long Ago, and dammit where are these tears coming from??

#the wind in the willows #the wind in the willows musical #the wind in the willows 1996 #witw #the wind in the willows 2017

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thatoneguy56fanfic · 2 years ago

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Kuvira for character head canons ask!

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod. Oh, that’s a tough one 🤔

Monster by Skillet

I Am Machine by Three Days Grace

Who I Am by Citizen Soldier

Make It Stop by Rise Against

The one place they sometimes end up falling asleep.

Kuvira can sleep pretty much anywhere. The benefits of being in the military and having lived on the streets as a kid. Though she occasionally falls asleep at her desk, because she’s overworked herself, again. A place she isn’t supposed to would probably be the one time she nodded off during a meeting with the Zaofu City Council.

The game that they’d destroy everyone else at.

Honestly, I think Kuvira is not-so-secretly excellent at pai sho. Suyin showed it to her to help her learn how to quiet her mind and to get a better understanding of strategy. Kuvira has proudly beaten the other Beifong kids multiple times, and is always looking for a new opponent to test herself against. She played Hiroshi once, and is still pretty impressed by how quickly he beat her.

The emoticon they’d use most often.

A smirk, definitely. And an eyebrow raise.

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep.

Kuvira doesn’t necessarily get mean or grumpy. She gets distant. She only gives short responses to questions, if she notices that someone is talking to her at all. Eventually she’ll end up nodding off. Though she’s usually very disciplined at keeping a good sleep schedule.

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. Or mornings. Or whenever.

In the morning, it’s always coffee. Black. No cream, no sugar. Freshly ground every time. At night, it would be hot chocolate, especially on cold nights. Made with milk, not water, and with the little marshmallows because she thinks they’re cute.

How they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump.

Kuvira struggles with self care, and she fully admits it. She tends to take on more responsibilities than she can manage on her own, and turns down help. But she’s been trying to get better at caring for herself. She’s found that sitting down with a good book is an effective way to “shut off her mind” as she calls it. And she’s working on talking about what she’s feeling more, instead of bottling it all up like she used to.

What they wanted to be when they grew up.

That’s a hard one. When she was younger, she just wanted to be someone who her parents wanted. But after she joined the Beifongs, she briefly had a dream of joining the circus like Suyin did. Her act would’ve been a badger-mole tamer.

Their favorite kind of weather.

Storms. She absolutely loves storms. As a kid, she’d listen to them all night long, and she still does as an adult. There’s just something about them that she finds peaceful.

Thoughts on their singing voice.

She’s terrible at it and she knows it. She’s fairly certain that her singing can make ears bleed.

How/what do they like to draw.

Kuvira is actually a decent artist. She just doesn’t show it off very often. Huan eventually gets her into painting too. She mostly likes drawing nature: plants, animals, scenery. She’s not very good at people yet, but she’s trying.

Thanks for the ask!

#legend of korra #kuvira #ask game

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renewedmotionforjudgment · 2 years ago

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I am squealing like a dolphin. Zhuohua went drinking with Princess Ruojiao (who got all the brain cells her siblings lack) and came back drunk and OF COURSE runs into Lord Ding. And she badgers him to drink with her, because it’s the hallmark of grumpy-sunshine to get grumpy to hangout with sunshine. Anyways, they drink and visually it’s gorgeous and she tries to feed him a snack, which in cdrama land is practically porn.

(Also, LBR dude hasn’t been with a woman in likely years. There’s a reason why there’s rumor that war has made him unable to perform.)

Anyways, this is the scene where we learn that she has a daddy kink and their future sex life will be very interesting.

She’s also an adorable drunk. Anyways, he tenderly puts his cape around her and wish that he wasn’t a prince so she could lower her guard around him and not “have a mask on.”

Basically, this show knows which OTP buttons to press and is pressing on every one of them. It’s not Minglan (what is?) and it’s not the sword and the brocade (although I think if it was maybe aired 2 years ago it could have been). But those 2. Guhhhh

#legend of zhuohua

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deadtiredghost · 1 year ago

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I am a lot like Raph of he was a woman I am very protective and can be grumpy and sarcastic lol

female raph spotted!

sometimes u have to be protective cause ur friends and fam do stupid shit.

in my case its mainly friends. (my straight female friends with terrible standards im looking at u. at some point its just an insult to the iq of the entire friendship group smh.)

R u more of a wine person or a beer person?

^^ those r my two ways of differentiating the various raph itterations, i think 87, 03 and 12 would be wine ppl and 90, 07 and 18 would be beer ppl.

i am short and passionate and an older sibling - 2012 Raph/Leo type according to a friend. I know over text I sound entirely different tho lmao, idk why. I dont know u ppl on the internet so while a part of me wants to indulge in insults being my love language, another part of me is like, woah, u dont know these strangers, so u should probably refrain for now.

my baby brother (who turns 20 today) is more like Donnie, i mean there is deffo some Mikey in him but he is a v quiet person when he isnt gaming or mocking me for my hyperfixations and then turning around and badgering me to watch Cyberpunk Edgerunners already. I'll get to it eventually! happy birthday to him, its so fucking weird he is 20 now.

being an older sibling is making their birthday special, buying them drinks and getting rlly thoughtful gifts (my bank acc is screaming) and sitting on ur bed watching the grinch movie for the first time for ur own birthday without so much as a text message from ur younger sibling cause they probs forgot. BUT U DO IT AGAIN ANYWAYSSSS!

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raphael #idk how to tag this mess of a ramble #rambles #send asks #ask me anything!#happy birthday to my baby bro #he is titled “brethren” in my phone - i refrained from calling him “the accident” by a margin #he is not a tmnt fan unfortunately but he is an anime fan so we do got a lot in common #he is also an enjoyer of alcohol - r u rlly an older sibling if u didnt buy ur younger siblings alcohol at some point?#the prior tag is what i keep in mind whenever i write Leo or Raph - u gotta enable a lil bit or how else will they enjoy their teen yrs?#older sibling things #siblings

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thekeepersgrove · 1 year ago

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Rye's Floating Bookshop - 2nd of Bloom

I wake up to the sun shining in through my closed curtains, the warmth of it tempting me to stay in bed. But my new life has to start and the shop need to open. I choose to start my day without stress however, taking me time to enjoy some scones with strawberry preserve, and a nice cup of mint tea sweetened with honey for my breakfast. Even though I am a bit apprehensive about jumping into the work of running a bookshop—something with which I have no experience—there is an undercurrent of excitement to my anxiety. I have always enjoyed trying new things and having new experiences, and this is just that.

After my breakfast I head into the shop and feel a jolt of sadness at the thought of taking over my brother's work, but I shake it off to start my day. I decide to start the year with a sale to draw in customers, deciding on a theme to fit both my journey and the time of the year: New Beginnings. I set up a temporary sign on the front door announcing such and make plans to work on better posters throughout the day between customers. I do not get much work done however, as it is quite a busy day as the shop gets some foot traffic from pollen-dusted animalfolk curious about the reopening of the shop. I make sure to mention the upcoming sale to the customers who do end up making purchases, with the hope of getting the word out.

My first notable guest of the day is a young goose—a gander—who spends more time chatting at the counter than browsing the selection. I offer my help, which gets politely declined, and shift some of my focus to dealing with other customers and working on the posters for the sale while still trying to half-heartedly engage the young gander in conversation. It is tiring and the incessant chatter makes an already busy day a bit more stressful. I get to hear all about the weather—"It is quite surprising to get pollen this early in the year!"—and their plans for the day, which mostly seems to be going around and finding people to harass. I catch myself having such unfair thoughts and I push those feelings aside, chastising myself about letting my stress get the better of me. When he finds out that I am new to town he starts telling me about Hurst and its inhabitants, including his opinion on some of them—"That magpie at the bakery always looks so grumpy!"). I breathe a sigh of relief when a badger—dressed in the finest of clothes and tall enough to have to duck through the door—enters the shop and I get to excuse myself from the gander's chatter about their thoughts on the holidays celebrations yesterday. The young man huffs about the end of the conversation and leaves without buying anything.

The new figure introduces hirself as Oakleaf, the mayor of Hurst and gives me a warm welcome to hir town. They ask about what brings me here and offers hir condolences at the loss of my brother. I help hir with some recommendations—"I'm not usually a reader, but I want to support small business!"—and hir leaves the shop with a nonfiction book covering the history of the town of Thistle Down in the upper parts of the River.

Not long after noon the sound of excited children can be heard down the wharf and soon a group of boisterous schoolchildren enter the shop. I welcome them warmly and offer my help in case they wish for it. I look over at them occasionally, smiling fondly as they remind me of my nieces when they were in that age, and choose to look past the mess that they make. I can always clean it up after and I don't want to get in the way of the interest in books that they display. I patiently ask any questions they might have, even when I have to answer the same question from multiple children, and am thoroughly charmed by their chatter and the little stories they tell me. One of them shows an interest in the romance section, and I direct their attention to the more age appropriate shelf of the same genre. The child thanks me and when the group leaves they can be seen happily clutching their new book to their chest.

It feels like I'll never get anything done with the amount of customers and I do feel my patience start to wane at times. Running a shop is harder than I thought and it's a very busy first day. I get a few breaks from the stress, such as when a young fox approaches me with a question. He speaks to me about how I'm new and asks about my hometown, wondering what it is like, as he has never heard of it. I tell him about the town of Undertree and the giant tree that rises above it. I reminisce happily about the Festival of Light held when the sun starts setting before 6 pm and the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the forest around the town. He does grow bored of my reminiscing however, after I get caught up in the memories, and ask for help finding a book. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realise that I've been acting like the young gander that I judged earlier in the day, and apologise for the ramblings of an old mouse before directing the fox to the fantasy section. He leaves with two books and bids me a good day.

At times I consider closing the shop early, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of work on the first day, but how could I have any hope of successfully running the shop if I can't handle a busy day? I want to honour the memory of my brother and feel proud of my work, so giving in so early would feel like a failure. I gather my energy, and after preparing myself a glass of chilled mint tea I face the rest of the afternoon with renewed enthusiasm. This enthusiasm is sorely needed, as the next customer to need help is an older frog gentleman who approaches me with a lot of questions about the store, the stock, and my recommendations. He shows an interest in crime fiction and while it is not my favoured genre I do give him the information I do have, and I also recommend him a thriller with similar themes as the ones he expressed interest in. He heartfully expresses his thanks as he leaves the shop after a good half hour, with a large amount of books precariously stacked in his hands.

The day nears its end when my last notable customers enters and approaches me for conversation. A small mouse, barely big enough to see over the counter, reveals that they are a scholar who travels the land in search of additions to their library. They tell me of a few of their rare finds, including a book on the mating habits of the blue suncatcher—a fish found in warm patches of water during the first half of the year. Today they are looking for mystery books, of the nonfiction kind, and I spend some showing them my selection that fits what they seek. Regretfully they find nothing that interests them that they don't already have, but they thank me for the help and express a hope that we see each other again before they leave.

The sun starts setting when the last few customers leave and I get to close the shop. After tidying up I slump into one of the couches around the fireplace, taking the chance to breathe. With all the work and customers I had today there was not enough time to finish the posters for the sale, the supplies for which are stacked neatly on the work surface at the front desk. I wonder if there is a point in trying to finish them tomorrow. I'll have to see how much time I have left over, because if it is another day like the one today I doubt I'll be able to work it into my schedule. While today was stressful and a bit overwhelming, I am happy with the day and am hopeful about my ability to keep going. I look forward to seeing what tomorrow brings.

| Total customers: 60 | Books sold: 37 (Inventory Total: 463) | Earnings: 55 (Till total: 155) |

#fox curio's floating bookshop #rye's floating bookshop #solo rpg #solo ttrpg #ttrpgs #ttrpg #journalling game

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spaceghostbuddy · 8 months ago

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Oh I took the term growing as growling

Danny pounced on Vlad as the man sighed moving and picked Danny up by his armpits. Vlad sighed as Danny starts cursing at him. At least Danny was talking in ghost speak. "I am going to take this little badger home and wait for Batman. Apologies everyone" He proceeded to carry Danny all the way to the limo. He puts Danny in before quickly following. A sharp pain on his arm made Vlad look down to see Danny biting his arm. Vlad quickly sent an order to the drive to drive as he tried to calm Danny down.

At least Danny got hit, if it was Dan or Dani, Vlad would not know what to do with himself. He grabbed some ecto and fed it to Danny until the fear gas was out of his system. "Are you alright, little badger?" The middle finger was a relief.

Unfortunately, Vlad did not consider what to do when Batman arrived and Danny was fine, if a little tired and grumpy.

Meanwhile, the Bats are confused over this potentially meta duo who somehow cleansed the fear gas through milkshakes? (Vlad got Danny a milkshake and Danny claimed that this was what made him feel better.)

So during a wayne gala, there was a rouge attack shocker. It was by scarecrow he was planning to flood the ballroom with his gas

Unfortunately his bomb was shoddily put together and one of the cannisters holding the gas fell and landed in the hands of one danny fenton there with his godfather

Now unfortunately all anyone could do was watch as this gas can suddenly spayed gas in this young mans face who started looking panicked and backing up before spotting vlad and stopping

Suddenly this kid who seemed like he was seconds from running is now fucking growing and preparing to pounce on vlad???

And vlad just looks resigned as if he figured this would happen

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #parental vlad #kinda #he's trying his best #Danny was calling Vlad ugly etc #they are kinda friends #yknow what fuck it #vlad is dating the Fenton parents #i love that crack ship #vlad considered calling danny skunk because the fear gas smelled rotten and danny got a face full #have not written in so long so this might be bad lol

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amischiefofdeets · 11 months ago

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ROCKET RACCOON

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Former account: ReconstitutedRaccoon/Augmcnt A genetic experiment gone rogue, Rocket is now a headstrong hero, doing his best to save the universe even if he is a little rough around the edges and a bit of an asshole sometimes. There's a lot of darkness in his past but he's doing his best to move past it, focus on the future. Note: I am not the biggest fan of Infinity war/End Game in general, so it's unlikely do any interactions in that era but before and after are completely fine!

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Name: Rocket Nicknames: P13, Rabbit, Badger, Vermin. Race: Augmented raccoon Born: [Unknown] Age: [Unknown] Height: 3'1 Gender: Male Sexuality: Asexual Location: All over the Universe Occupation: Guardian of the Galaxy Abilities: Hyper intelligent, dexterous, enhanced strength, durability, speed, stamina and reflexes. Mental state: Deeply traumatised but covers it with snark and pushing others away, tends to keep others at a distance generally.

Scars: Both his back and chest are scarred with sparse fur growing in those areas and apparent cybernetic enhancements showing within the scarring. Tattoos: N/A Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Goals: Protect the universe, have fun, keep his newfound family safe, make bigger and more fun weapons. Hobbies: Building weaponry, tinkering with various electronics. Likes: Tech, adventure, his newfound sense of home. Dislikes: Doctors and medical environments, being completely left alone, anything to do with his past. Disabilities: N/A Reputation: Standoffish, he can seem rude and grumpy to most despite that being little more than a defense mechanism. Family: N/A

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#GUARDIAN - Set in canon from joining the Guardians in GOTG to the end of GOTG3.

Rocket has never been the hero sort but he's finding a decent home with the Guardians, thriving on the excitement of saving the world but struggling with the interpersonal relationships aboard the ship. He tends to keep everyone at an arms length due to his trauma, trying not to get attached at risk of losing those he cares about - however little that's succeeding given how he cares for his shipmates and fellow Guardians.

#BOUNTY - Set in canon before Rocket joined the Guardians.

Rocket is troublemaking bounty-hunter, trying to get by making as many credits as possible to keep running from his past. He doesn't stay in one place very long and certainly doesn't endeavor to make friends, this version of Rocket is decidedly more cold than most others, completely in survival mode.

#CAGED - Set in canon, during his time as an experiment.

Thus far his entire life has been spent in confinement, doing his utmost to learn and survive, looking forward to the world he's been promised by his creator. Though he has his doubts that it'll ever come to fruition, doubting enough to collect what he needs to escape this place, if ever they need to.

#CHARGE - Set in canon, post GOTG3.

Rocket is now the leader of the new Guardians of the Galaxy, training them to face down danger in order to protect those in the universe who can't protect themselves. It's a far cry from the selfish creature he used to be, he's now dealt with a lot of his trauma and is quite content in the life he's found himself in.

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patrophthia · 3 years ago

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do not make him ‘go away’ | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x hufflepuff!reader

genre: literally just fluff and comedy (bc i love turning dark morally grey character into soft babies), superrrr self indulgent, not beta read.

word count: 4.6K

originally posted on wattpad: a while back lol

"i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

or the trope simply the trope of grumpy reluctant boyfriend and bubbly/fun girlfriend.

she had always loved defense against the dark arts. don't get her wrong, the classes and lessons were always great. professor thea was good at her job, teaching them both the theoretical and physical studies that is needed from the subject.

but now, as she landed flat on her butt, she hated the subject more than she could ever imagine. malfoy was a terrible dueling partner, taking every possible chance to knock her off her feet.

"do you want me to go easy on you badger?" he asked tauntingly, towering over her.

she looked up at him —half expecting for him to offer a hand but he only smirked at her. "you're a dick."

"i sure am." he only watched her struggle with amusement.

there was a scoff from besides him and within a split second he was being nudged over. replacing him was the head boy, leaning down to look at her with furrowed eyebrows. he offered her a hand; one which she took and lifted herself up.

she muttered a quick thanks, not sparing him a look whilst she busied herself with wiping soot off of her clothes. looking back up, she found him gazing at her.

"what's your name?" he asked after a minute, watching her with skepticism.

"[name]?" she replied, unsure. he knew her name, surely he did, they had partnered up during sixth year for a potions project and he can't have forgotten it in the span of one year could he? "i thought you already knew that."

"i did." riddle pursed his lips, nodding to himself. "i just wanted to make sure you knew your name."

she scoffed, giving him a dirty look. "i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

if it were anyone else she would've laughed it off as a joke but tom riddle has this ominous thing about him, one that put you slightly on edge, making it seem as though he would actually follow through with his threat.

so —as annoying as malfoy was, she told him. "no." and then, slightly terrified that she would wake up tomorrow with the news that abraxas malfoy had mysteriously gone missing, she added as a precaution, "don't kill him."

she wasn't sure if she was joking or genuinely scared that riddle would do it for her sake. no matter how much he would deny it, to her —he seemed like a feminist, never failing to hand detentions out to male students who mistreated girls. so killing his cult follower for a woman wouldn't be far from how she characterized of him.

"not unless i'm dying then you can kill him."

it was barely a month later when the same occurrence happened; malfoy was her dueling partner once more, malfoy shot her a spell at her that had her landing on the floor, malfoy mocking her for apparently being a 'weak' dueler, riddle pushing him over and offering her a helping hand.

asking her, "can i kill him now?"

to which she replied, without fail. "no."

riddle gave her a dissatisfied look but kept his hands off of malfoy nonetheless, respecting her request.

why he listened to what she said, she couldn't answer.

not until he asked her to call him tom (or maybe something else a significant other would use), not until tom asked to be her boyfriend, not until tom reluctantly agreed to trail after her on a trip to hogsmeade with her friends.

it seems as though tom could never say no to her.

"are you ready?" she asked, peeking her head inside of his dormitory's door.

tom whipped his head around from where he stood in front of his mirror, looking less than excited to be going out today. "yes."

"great," she tried to stop herself from squealing, pushing the door open so she could approach his side. "i can't wait for you to meet them, they think i'm lying to them about you."

tom fully turned himself to face her, giving her a once over and taking in how she looked.

pretty.

as always.

he felt something flutter in his chest, pride for having her? excitement in finally going to honey dukes after hearing so much about it? the hope of being able to convince her to let him make malfoy go away? love?

no it can't be. he was conceived after a love potion, he can't love. feeling slightly frustrated with himself, tom grumbled, "stop looking at me like that."

she furrowed her brows, curious by what he meant. "like what?"

"like you have feelings for me."

"tom," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose out of irritation. "i'm literally your girlfriend, i'm supposed to have feelings for you."

tom blinked. her telling him that she was his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as he did. what the fuck is wrong with him. defeatedly, he muttered, "i'm breaking up with you."

"yeah sure you are."

•••

"so how long have you been going out?" rae asked, acting oblivious as if [name] hadn't told her every single detail about their relationship.

she smiled, nudging for tom to answer.

tom took a deep breath. a response that rae was silently hoping for after hearing about just how grumpy and moody tom was from her friend. trying to tease him without doing so much as saying anything provoking.

he then smiled, turning on his charms in order to converse. "five months and thirteen days."

trying to get under her boyfriend's skin, [name] frowned, feigning confusion. "five months?"

"yes." tom cleared his throat, glaring at her. "and thirteen days."

"is that right?" rae questioned, trying to irk him. "[name] told me you've only been together for three months."

the slytherin turned to her, his face showing offense. "you did?"

"i love the weather this morning," she said instead, trying to distract him.

yet tom was persistent, he knew they were having a laugh, he wasn't daft, but it certainly didn't feel good to hear rae say what she said. "did you?"

"merlin isn't it crowded today?" she ignored him, looking out the carriage's window as it pulled to halt. she opened the door, landing on solid ground before looking back to where she was sat. with a tilt of her head, she signaled for them to exit as well. "what are you waiting for?"

tom sulked as he got off the carriage, a small pout on his lips. "are you going to answer me?"

she looked down the streets, seeing it packed with people from left to right before turning to him, letting her hand find his and interlocking it. "no."

tom felt a urge to pull his hand away, not used to PDA but it felt so right, so right that he went against his better judgement and mumbled something so stupid he mentally facepalmed himself. "why are you touching me?"

she only giggled in response, noting the confuse tone he had instead of being vexed by his words. "so i wouldn't lose you. you can't expect me to keep track of you with this many people around, can you? i can't lose my boyfriend."

not when he was a dark wizard who was constantly reminded that killing people is a morally wrong thing to do. "what if you start finding people to join your little fan club?"

having to tell him to not use the basilisk for salazar slytherin's quote-unquote unfinished business was hard enough for her to handle, let alone telling forty —maybe even fifty others, that it was a wrong action to take.

maybe it was her 'i can fix him' mentality but in all honesty, tom has been behaving way better ever since they'd gotten together then aragog has all year. and yes, she knew it was wrong to compare a human to an acromantula but when the said human was conceived under a love potion and has no real concept of what love is.

if he was as good as a spider, he was good to go.

"you say that like i'm evil," tom murmured, barely audible due to the loud chatter hogsmeade provided.

"you're not?" she countered incredulously. "didn't you say you wanted horcruxes despite knowing what it takes to make one?"

"yeah but . . ." he trailed off, finding himself at a loss of a word. "i didn't end up making one, idiot."

what an endearing nickname. "that doesn't make it any better, tom. you still thought about it."

"but i didn't make it."

•••

being head boy brought tom gossip. whether he cared for it or not, it always follows him. he had heard every rumors there was, knowing them thoroughly from start to finish. tom never bothered to care about them, not until he found himself becoming friends with a group of girl who would talk their heads of about anything.

with a "come in!" from his girlfriend, tom opened the door to her dorm room. he shut it behind him, eyes roaming around to try and find her. finally his eyes landed on where she sat by her desk, head low, crouching over a long strip of parchment.

"walburga and orion are betrothed." he stated, standing by her side.

"what?" rae screamed before she could, power walking out of the bathroom with her tooth brush in hand. "the blacks?"

"who else," tom said with a roll of his eyes.

that caught her attention, she turned to him, curiosity written all over her face. "aren't they cousins?"

"they're pure-bloods, inbreeding is in their genes," came octavia, [name]'s dormmate and friend who was nicer than rae would ever be. then, with a look of distaste, she added, "how could they force an engagement on orion? he's literally a fifth year while walburga graduated last year. it's disgusting."

"well," rae snickered, "what else would we expect from the black family?"

"i also caught macmillan and weasley are snogging on my rounds today," tom said, sitting down on his girlfriend's bed. "asked me to keep it a secret but there's only so much to be kept in the chamber."

rae chortled, hand covering her mouth. "you know, in my native language they would call you ប្រុសមាត់ក្តួយ (pronounced pros-moit-kdouy)."

[name]'s brow knitted along with tom's, narrowing their eyes at rae. "what does that mean?"

rae only giggled, sitting up on her bed with octavia listening it. "it technically means 'a man who can't keep his mouth shut about drama' in khmer but the literal translation is a guy with a vagina for a mouth."

"what the fuck." tom muttered, eyes wide. the three girls in the room bursted out laughing, that must've been the first time they'd ever hear him curse. "why would you call me that?"

"because you are," rae countered.

"i'm not!" he argued, "you just called me a labia."

"she never called you a labia," came [name] from his side, "you called yourself that."

"i-" tom paused, unable to tell if he himself was angry, annoyed, amused or disgusted by their conversation. "i don't like you guys anymore."

"you're welcome to leave any time you want," rae quipped, gesturing towards the door. "or find new friends."

octavia changed the topic, done with their bantering and told them about a story with a guy she'd met. apparently they'd been going out for a total of three months, keeping it a secret, before he cheated on her.

she was mad at him but he made it seem as if it was her fault; telling her that what she heard was true but he couldn't stop about thinking them. and he knows that she's been there a few time as well, insinuating that octavia could ever do something as wrong as cheating.

there was a look tom shot his girlfriend when octavia finished recalling everything that happened between her and chris marsh.

[name] sighed, knowing why exactly he gave her the look and shook her head. "no."

"but-"

"no buts," she interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose with frustration, "you cannot kill him. we talked about this tom."

"i know but he's hurting her," he pointed out, "and she's your friend so. . ."

"tom please," she pleaded, "no killing is justifiable unless one of us in danger with actual death."

"promise me i won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing."

"i promise that you won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing," said tom defeatedly.

•••

tom looked ridiculously stupid, he knew that. he sighs, feeling rae smearing wet paint on his face. the things he did for his girlfriend.

if you were to go back in time to tell tom riddle that he would be sitting on a chair getting his face painted black and yellow for a quidditch game, he'd think you were having a laugh and cast a killing curse at you.

but now, being told repeatedly to, "stay still you pesky snake" by his girlfriend's friend as she watched the two of them interact without the smallest hint of jealousy, tom —he would never ever in a million years admit this— couldn't be happier.

there was such a soft domestically about it, him getting along with her friend without the urge to kill rae or for rae to kill him, knowing that they were friends who just liked to threatened one another was more than anything tom could ask for.

he felt good, despite the uncomfortableness that came with donning a different set of colors. he (surprisingly) didn't care that he wasn't dressed in green in silver, being more than happy to be supporting her.

after finally being let go by rae; tom stood up, facing his girlfriend. with a tilt to his head, he asked her, "i thought i could be very persuasive until i met you."

"never thought i'd be going to quidditch game, let alone support another house." his eyes then glanced to a mirror that stood besides her, taking in his own appearance. salazar, rae must be taking the piss, he looked like a clown. eyes shifting back to her, he asked tiredly, "are you happy now?"

"i am if you are," she responded, taking a step towards him."i'm not," tom grumbled truthfully, not hiding a single ounce of annoyance. she shrugged, smiling. "that's too bad, i take back what i said. i'm happy now."

the three made their way out of her dorm and into the hufflepuff's common room to meet up with octavia. tom eyes quickly roamed the room, surprised by how many of the students who were spending their time there was from another house.

from his quick scan, tom had managed to count a total of five slytherins. three of which who were visibly miserable, face painted yellow with their friend or significant other beaming besides them. and the other two, being the ones who were forcing face paint onto their ravenclaw and gryffindor friends.

no matter how much time he'd spent welcomed in the hufflepuff common room. tom would never understand how they could be so comfortable with letting anyone enter whenever they pleased. that would not flow well with the slytherins.

up the great hall they went, passing the grand entrance before leaving the castle entirely and making their way to the quidditch pitch.

with a kiss on tom's cheek, an action that had his eyes widening and face flushed red, she bid him, rae, and octavia a goodbye before making her way into the changing room.

rae led the way towards the stands, fighting with tom about where the appropriate seat for him would be.

"no not in the slytherin section," rae argued, trying to find the best place for their group of three. "how could you be the head boy and be so stupid?"

"you're sitting in the hufflepuff row where your girlfriend would be looking for support from," she said with a tone of obviousness, finally settling down at a place she found best suited for the three of them. "honestly."

the match ended quickly, she'd had spotted the snitch within the first thirty minutes of the game before she started her pursuit and caught it in the next four minutes.

gryffindor lost by a hundred and ten points and without consciously knowing it, tom found himself cheering loudly for her, his voice was overpowered by rae but it was the thoughts that count.

there was a flash from his side, he turned, finding octavia giggling with a polaroid in hand. she wordlessly offered it to him. tom took it, curious as what he would find on it.

the picture developed bit by bit, revealing tom in frozen cheerful state, eyes bright as he watched the scene before him, his forehead was yellow, his mouth gaping with its corner tipping upwards. behind him was rae, on her feet with her hands pressed against the railing, frantically screaming at something the picture couldn't fully depict.

"you're not keeping it." octavia told him. "it's for [name]."

octavia then slipped a hand into her pocket, picking out a new picture and handed it to him. "you can have this though."

inspecting it, tom found a picture of himself frowning on his girlfriend's bed. she sat besides him, laughing as if her life depended on it, her head was thrown back, a hand clutching onto her stomach.

tom pocketed the picture, smiling to himself. "when did you take this?"

"when she told you to not make marsh 'go away'."

•••

graduation came and tom was quick to ask her to move in with him. she was skeptical at first, reasoning with him that neither of them had jobs that provided enough for them to have a financially stable home, but that idea was shot down when tom told her that the ministry had already reached out to him.

offering him a job that would let them live a comfortable life. they moved in together shortly after, finding a small cottage that looked perfect for the two.

she was able to turn her hobbies into a job, making her more than just happy. by 1950, tom —with all his slytherin ambitions— found his way to the top, earning the position of minister of magic.

it was late when tom came home, having to run over a last-minute case that malfoy presented him. he shrugged his coat off, trying to be quiet as to not wake his (still) girlfriend up. tom found his way into their bedroom where he found the en-suite door wide opened, he walked forward trying to take peek.

inside was her stood in front of the mirror, taking off her make up with a cotton pad when she spotted him, her eyes shifted to him for a second before turning back to herself. "how was work?"

"it was good," he answered, tugging at his tie. and then he furrowed his brows, lip tugged underneath his teeth. quietly, he muttered, "let's get married."

she blinked rapidly, not believing her own ears, she whipped around with a small noise of confusion, facing him. "what did you say?"

"let's get married," he repeated casually, finally getting his tie off. "are you proposing to me?" she asked him."yes." he nodded. "i thought that was clear."

"so yes or no?"

the wedding took place two years later, with it being repeatedly postponed due to tom's work but it was perfect nonetheless. they had friends and coworkers (that they actually liked) at the ceremony. rae teased tom endlessly, not once giving him a break for taking so long to propose.

in 1959, octavia invited them to dinner at her house, her and husband having an announcement for them all to hear. but before she got to the good part, octavia told her about some of the not-so-good news.

her husband, dawn, was recently bitten by a werewolf. he was having a hard time experiencing the transitions during the full moon so they had a request for them.

now here comes the good news along with her favor: octavia was pregnant, she was four weeks long and since it was only her and dawn.

she will be needing help.

"that's all?" rae asked, frowning. isn't it already implied that rae, her, and tom would all help her when she'd gotten herself knocked up? "you know you needn't ask right? i will be spoiling that child rotten."

octavia smiled, feeling relief. why did she even feel nervous in the first place? these were her friends, the same ones who collectively bullied every man she's ever broken up with. they will always have her back. "that's all."

and then she added, "i just thought it might be a burden to you guys. it's just- it will be hard since dawn would have to recover from the full moon and i'd have to work, so i need people who i can trust to babysit the kid sometimes."

"you could never be a burden," [name] said, "not when i can be the cool aunt."

"oh please," rae let out a loud cackle, "you would never be the cool aunt. that's me."

octavia gave birth on november, 3rd, 1959 to a lovely girl named clementine calla azure. the same day that the blacks welcomed their first son, sirius orion black. rae (would lie if you ever pointed this out to her) was ecstatic when clementine turned out cuter than the black's son did.

she, liked she had stated months prior, spoiled the child to death. buying it everything it could possibly want, babysitting it every time octavia even looked like she needed help.

octavia —instead of using the time to relax, spent her time creating a wolfsbane potion. making the potion was a tedious process but she had more than enough time from tom changing clementine's diaper because he, despite being forced, had promised that he would also help with her baby.

rae was an author who made enough for herself to live lavishly. apparently, muggles really love the story about a dark wizard trying to kill a little kid for his chance to be immortal.

"so," rae clapped with clementine prompted on her hip. tom, dawn, octavia and [name] were all scattered around the living room, sitting down and listening to rae as she stood. "you're probably wondering why i called you all over."

there were noises of confirmation before rae started up again. "i've been doing some research lately and there's more people who has been involuntary bitten than you would think. basically what i'm saying is that tom —since you're the god of magic or whatever— needs to draw up a new bill where werewolves would be known by the ministry and themselves only so the ministry can provide help."

"werewolves tend to have a hard time finding work and keeping the job since they would have to recover every full moon and miss work days. the potion octavia created is going to be recorded in the history book, we know that, but something else that should be recorded in history is how the lovely tom riddle —who i definitely like and doesn't want to have a one v one with— made a law or whatever, where if a werewolf is legally signed in with the ministry, they get a wolfsbane potion provided by the ministry by owl every month."

"they're extremely costly rae, and they take a ridiculous amount of time to make." dawn was quick to point out the flaw, understanding this topic more than anyone else in the room. "not to mention how there's millions of people like me out there, we won't be able to get them to everybody."

"tom is like the zeus of magic," rae said, slightly irritated that they didn't just agree right of the bat. "if he just created a lab and put twenty of the best witches and wizards in there with large pots and get it brewing, they can make it work. and as for the products needed, there's always herbologists that needs work —not trying to stereotype but most of them are hufflepuffs, they would take the chance to help without even thinking twice."

"it will work, trust me," rae said, almost pleading, "what do you say, riddle?"

the law, or bill, or whatever it was, was put into place shortly after. werewolves were scared and skeptical at first, always having been labeled as monsters until eventually people started piling in for help and they were given what they needed. octavia loved her new job at the ministry for it meant she could be helping out her husband and everyone like him whilst also having the freedom to invent whatever else she wanted.

"tavia brought clementine to work today," tom stated, making his way into their library. "so i've been thinking."

"oh no," she muttered, dropping her book onto her lap, "you never have good thoughts after seeing clementine."

tom tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. "what do you mean?"

"last time you saw her, you decided that it was a good idea to have your basilisk follow after her when she grows up so she'd never get hurt," she answered, looking up at him as he stood before her.

tom shrugged. "i don't see any flaws in that plan, if anything i think it's the best thing for clementine."

"how can you be the minister of magic and be an absolute dumbass?" she laughed, feeling his hand reach down to rest on her cheek.

"because, i'm not," he said easily, eyes focused on hers, "and believe it or not i actually have a brilliant idea that you might actually like for once."

"alright," she muttered, amusing him, "what is it?"

"i think clementine should have a cousin."

"clementine already has a cousin—"

"that's not what i meant, idiot," tom cut her off, a small smile etching on his lips, "you know exactly what i'm trying to say. don't play dumb, pet."

"i actually don't know what you meant," she said matter-of-factly, feigning innocent, "please explain."

tom sighed. "i want us to try for a baby."

"i thought you hated kids."

"i do," he agreed, "but i also know that i wouldn't hate them if they were ours."

— from bee: this was very OOC but idc,,, fluffy tom or no tom ever (i have the i can fix him mentality)

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