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veinsfullofstars · 1 month ago

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Meet the Families: Breadee & Medee

Now, to round out the introductions, let’s meet the proud parents of our sweet boy Para (and his many siblings)! Check below the cut for more deets and fun facts!

(OC info updated as of 05/28/25.)

Started 05/11/25, finished 5/26/25. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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Some fun facts about Breadee:

-Born to a large family and raised in a close-knit village in Green Greens, Breadee was a good boy, friendly and joyful if a bit absentminded. He had a tendency to get distracted or startled easily, always wandering off for one reason or another (much to his family’s dismay). In fact, he got his name at the tender age of two, when he’d wandered away from his parent’s watchful eye and ended up taking a nap inside the hollowed-out crust of a bread bowl on their kitchen counter.

-In his youth, a merchant caravan was passing through Breadee’s village when one of the wagons caught his eye, painted with the words “The Kawasaki Special” along the side and set up like a cross between a stage and a fancy kitchen. There, sitting on his mother’s lap in the audience that gathered, he saw his very first cooking show, watching starry-eyed as the chef on stage prepared a series of meals with all the spectacle of a theater performer, slicing and dicing, mixing and mincing, leaving the square smelling decedent for hours after. He remembers chewing on a cookie he’d been given after the show, his body alight with an oncoming sugar rush and his eyes sparkling with wonder as the chef patted his head with an award-winning smile, telling little Breadee that, if he played his cards right, he could be a great chef, too, someday.

-From that day on, Breadee’s interest in food and cooking skyrocketed, becoming one of the few subjects that could hold to his notoriously short attention span. He read through all of the family’s old cookbooks and watched his mother like a hawk when she cooked, listening to her ramble on about flavor profiles, cook times, the different between a pinch of salt and a dash of salt, and so much more. He learned how to wash and peel veggies, how to properly measure out ingredients, and what sides paired well with what dishes, becoming a regular sight in the family kitchen by the time he’d reached his teen years. Desserts were his favorite things to make, especially cupcakes.

-Other than his culinary obsession, the rest of Breadee’s youth passed by rather uneventfully. He finished his homeschooling, helped out around the house, and grew into a fine young man, soft-spoken and caring if a bit scatterbrained. He also developed a love of dad jokes somewhere down the line, much to the delight of his father and the irritation of his siblings.

-One day in his adulthood, Breadee heard through the grapevine that a certain renowned chef had set up shop over in Peanut Plains and was looking for an apprentice. Not one to waste such a serendipitous opportunity, he grabbed his scooter and hightailed it to the neighboring region in record time, knocking on the Kawasaki family’s door just before sundown and all but begging for the position, even offering a sample of his own cooking to prove his worth. The chef who’d changed his life was skeptical at first, looked just about ready to send the young man home empty-handed, but a single begrudging bite was more than enough to convince him to give Breadee a chance (at a more reasonable hour, anyway).

-Working under Chef Kawasaki Sr. was far from the glamorous profession he’d always imagined - the man himself being far less amicable than his showbiz persona had suggested - but it was still the most fulfilling year-and-a-half of Breadee’s life. He learned plenty under his mentor’s guidance, from the secrets of the spiciest curry to the exact taste of umami, even earning the title of Baker Dee in the process (though most folks still just called him Breadee). Even the most grueling criticism or demanding instruction could not take away his enduring optimism, especially when all his hard work was rewarded time and again with approving hums and almost-smiles. (He’d yet to land a joke with the ornery old chef, though, but that was fine. Plenty more where those came from.)

-Towards the end of his apprenticeship, Breadee was told to set out on a “journey of discovery” in order to “expand his knowledge of the culinary arts.” Granted, this miiight’ve just been a thinly-veiled attempt by Chef Kawasaki to to get the annoyingly-chipper Waddle Dee out of his hair once and for all, but Breadee - ever the optimist - hadn’t even considered such a thing. He just packed a bag, picked a direction, and stepped eagerly out into the world, hoping to make his mentor proud.

-It wasn’t a long trek, only a couple weeks at best, filled with all kinds of distractions and wrong turns and narrowly-avoided hazards across a good portion of what would someday be called Dream Land. His wanderings took him over rivers and up mountains and even above the clouds, where winding vines from overhead led him to the floating islands of Floralia and, eventually, the candy-coated landscape of Lollipop Land. He spent a good bit of time there, marveling at the naturally-occurring desserts and fields of sugary flora, before he stumbled into a licorice bramble and had to be rescued by a passing Waddle Dee with cute glasses and vines tattooed on her hands. She was the first one after his own father who actually laughed at his jokes, and her smile made his heart skip a beat. By the time his worried family arrived to bring him home, he and Medee had become fast friends, trading addresses and promising to keep in touch.

-Trading letters was fine for a time, but hearing stories of his new friend’s life only made Breadee’s feet even more restless. He started wandering again, this time purposely, scaling the cliffs and cloudy ridges back up to the vine-lined edge of the Floralian islands, where he’d wave to petal-headed strangers and stroll through the verdant trails until, inevitably, he’d stumble into Medee. She’d chide him for getting lost again, and he’d apologize and crack a joke to make her smile. Then they’d walk together and chat until the sun went down, where she’d tell him all about the nature of pop flowers and the movement of the stars, and he’d share his dreams of opening a patisserie of his own someday. Over the years, he’d start bringing gifts with him as well - little bags of checkered cookies or a big slice of apple pie (her favorite) or pretty-smelling flowers pressed between the pages of a book. In return, she’d given him homemade teabags, ointment for his mother’s joint pain, and an enamel pin in the shape of a cupcake that he still wears on his hat to this day. He’d thought he might turn to stardust right on the spot the night she’d kissed him.

-Breadee didn’t fully understand the situation in Floralia’s upper echelon (he never was one for politics), but he could hear the worry growing in Medee’s voice and knew he had to help. They’d been talking about moving in together for a while, and she’d already met his family, so the idea of combining them in the quiet little village he hailed from seemed almost natural. It wasn’t the smoothest transition, and he could tell his partner missed the home she left behind, but Breadee did what he could to make their new life a happy one. In time, they married, had children, built a little bakery and apothecary with the village’s help, and settled back into the peaceful, uneventful rhythm that characterized the Popstar lifestyle.

-Breadee’s cooking is legendary around the village, the highlight of potlucks and holidays and the welcoming of new neighbors. Bebebe and her son might be his most regular customers.

-Breadee doesn’t wander as much as he used to, kept busy with his business and a whole house of rambunctious children to take care of, but it doesn’t stop his attention from drifting on occasion, be it towards a bumblebee buzzing out his window or a pleasant tune on the radio or the surprise clap of thunder overhead. It’s usually his wife or Eva who bring him gently back to the present.

-Breadee jokes that he might’ve been born to be a father, taking to each new addition to the family with the utmost joy and affection in his heart. They can definitely be a handful sometimes, and he certainly doesn’t mind passing them off to their relatives or neighbors when he and Medee need a break, but seeing them play and learn and grow makes it all worth it in the end. He’s especially fond of his middlemost boy, Para, a little microcosm of both his parents, full of big words and bigger worries and the light of the stars above reflecting in his glasses. He’s going to do something special one day, Breadee just knows it.

-Breadee likes to “speculate” about what happened to Medee during her pilgrimage in the jungle, telling their children wild stories about how his wife found an ancient relic in an old ruin or swam through a magical swamp on a single breath or even came face to face with a deity of nature who gave her its blessing. She has about as much patience for these stories as she does for his jokes (which can be plenty or none at all depending on her mood, though this has yet to stop him either way).

Some fun facts about Medee:

-Born in the lush, rolling hills of Fine Fields way up in Floralia, she grew up surrounded by nature. She lived for the outdoors, going on hikes with her aunts or picking herbs with her mother or just peering into the gardens of her neighbors, the People of the Sky. The latter in particular captivated the young Waddle Dee, who would spend hours watching them tend to their flowers with magic that sparkled like starlight and smelled of spring rain, wishing she could do such miraculous things, too.

-Tragedy struck when, during her teen years, a sudden sickness passed through her home and claimed one of her beloved grandmothers, who’d taught her much about life, nature, and the magic of the cosmos. Feeling lost and grief-stricken, she consulted a local fortune-teller for advice, receiving some vague (and, frankly, overpriced) platitudes about life and death and finding purpose, which she chewed over for almost an entire week before making a rather unexpected decision. When her family awoke the next morning, they found her bed empty and her pack missing, with a note on the table explaining that she was “going to commune with nature” for a while and would return “in good time.” She was gone for almost two months.

-Her family had nearly given up hope by the time she quietly stumbled home one autumn morning, dirt-smeared and exhausted, her eyes as clear and bright as they’d been before the loss of her grandmother… though now carrying a hint of green where before there had only been brown. She collapsed into the arms of her surprised and eternally-relieved family, cleaned and fed and cared for before the questions started. She gave them only the vaguest of answers: per the fortune-teller’s “direction,” she’d packed a bag and travelled up to the island of Wild World, where she’d lost herself in the dense jungles and damp caverns, searching for something, anything, that might give her purpose. And, eventually, she’d found it. When asked what she found exactly, she just smiled serenely and shook her head, stating simply, “That’s between me and the stars.”

-Once she recovered from her spiritual sojourn, she wasted no time in pursuing her newfound purpose, which - she explained more plainly - was to become a healer. Her family were supportive of her decision, though they could not afford to send her for formal training off-world, meaning she had to learn what she could on her own (which - thanks to her grandmother’s tutelage - she was more than prepared to do). She read all she could on herbalism, natural medicine, and mindfulness. She learned how to identify all kinds of plants and fungi (developing a fascination with the more carnivorous ones), and consulted her aunts on how to prepare and mix the most effective tinctures and salves. She even performed triage and field dressing on her old toys as practice for the real thing. By the time she reached adulthood, she finally found a name that suited her: Medicine Waddle Dee, or, simply, Medee, earning a reputation as a skilled doctor and apothecary.

-Beyond just practical knowledge and skill, though, Medee also sought other avenues in the ways of healing, specifically those known to the People in the Sky. It was quite the challenge learning magic from scratch, without even a Copy Ability to ease her into it, but Medee tackled it with the same patience and determination as her other passions, reading, observing, and experimenting until the first feeble sparks of green twinkled at her fingertips. She never quite got the hang of the more difficult spells, the ones for removing disease or mending broken bones, but she was not deterred, able to manage those areas with potions and bandages anyway. And she did learn a little bit, thanks to the help of her more magically-inclined peers, such as how to cool fevers, soothe chronic pain, and even close small wounds with just a touch (something her younger self would’ve given anything to be able to do).

-On a casual stroll through the candy landscapes of Lollipop Land, Medee happened upon a Waddle Dee who’d gotten himself stuck in bush made of licorice. After freeing the poor man from his sticky predicament, she learned his name was Breadee, and he was a baker’s apprentice from down in Green Greens. When asked what he was doing all the way up in Floralia, he sheepishly admitted that he was supposed to be on a “journey of discovery” (as his mentor had called it), but he’d gotten distracted along the way and ended up wandering through the cloud kingdoms and, well, here he was. Though a bit baffled by the man’s carefree outlook, she offered to get him back to civilization so he could return home safely, to which he was eternally grateful. Along the way, they chatted affably, finding common ground in talk of spices and mushrooms. When the young man cracked a joke or three, they were so hammy and groan-inducing that Medee couldn’t help but giggle. She could already tell there was something special about this one, a brightness in the aura of his Soul that seemed to resonate with her own. She had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they crossed paths.

-In the years to come, Breadee would “get lost” on the various islands of Floralia several more times (sometimes on purpose, sometimes not), and Medee would find him without fail each time, her heart growing a little fonder with every freckled smile or awful joke or soft brush of his hand in hers. Even her plants took a shine to him. She’d be hard-pressed to call him a perfect partner, and she had to consult the stars more than once just to be sure she wasn’t making a mistake, but she bore the rough patches with her typical patience, clinging to those omens of joy and family and love she found in their twinkling patterns. She kissed him first, on the night of a waxing moon, when he’d taken her on her first trip down to the planet’s surface to see his home. She’s yet to regret it.

-They were just starting to consider living together when news arrived from Royal Road of the newly-forged alliance between the People of the Sky and the insect tribe who’d long lived alongside them. There was much discussion and debate among their neighbors, a sense of curiosity mingling with nervous suspicion as the new arachnid rulers were crowned. Medee - sensing an ill-omen on the air - did what she always did in times of uncertainty and got her fortune read. It was, as before, vague and esoteric and full of mystical nonsense, but the message that Medee gleaned from between those words seemed to spell out disaster, just as she feared.

-Convincing her family to leave was no small feat, being rather attached to the homestead that had been theirs for generations. But, as the spiders gained a more prominent foothold in their society, enacting new laws that began to restrict and divide, the writing on the wall became too clear for anyone to ignore. It shamed her to flee rather than endure for the sake of her home like so many of her neighbors chose to do, but the stars had made it clear that her path lay elsewhere, and they had never steered her wrong before.

-Leaving Floralia behind, Medee and her family settled in Green Greens in the small, nameless village where Breadee was from, mixing into the community of Waddle Dees and other folks with relative ease (though, the altitude change took some getting used to). Though Medee reveled in the verdant landscape of Popstar, taken in its natural beauty and abundance, she does still cast her eyes skyward from time to time, checking the lines between the stars and hoping her neighbors are safe.

-Medee is usually a very calm and considerate presence, often sought out by those in need of a patient ear or a gentle word of wisdom (maybe a tarot reading if she’s feeling generous). She’s one of the few folks in the village who gets on well with stoic Jojojo. But once the doctor hat goes on, she goes into full focus mode, no-nonsense and firm with her directions, almost scarily so. Her bedside manner ranges from motherly kindness to cold scientist depending on the affliction she’s treating.

-Medee reestablished her apothecary business alongside the grand opening of her husband’s beloved bakery, permanently gracing their side of town with the scents of baked bread or mint leaf depending on which way the wind blows. The greenhouse she keeps behind the building is absolutely filled with all manner of local and exotic plants, most of which she will trust to no hand but her own (and, occasionally, Jojojo’s). She has had to pull many overcurious children out of there in her life, not just Bow.

-Motherhood has been a mixed bag for Medee, filled with some of the happiest and more challenging moments of her life. She thanks the stars every day for the help of her and Breadee’s families in raising all of them. She doesn’t like to pick favorites, and she dearly loves all of her little munchkins, but she has taken a bit of a shine to her middlest boy, Para, bright as sunlight and skittish as his papa, filled with the same admiration for the stars that she had at his age (even if he tends to lean more towards astronomy than astrology). Now, if only he’d stop taking apart their appliances without asking first…

-Even when she’s cross with him, Medee still can’t help but laugh at Breadee’s terrible jokes.

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royalarchivist · 1 year ago

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Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...

#Pactw #FitMC #Hideduo #FitPac #QSMP #QSMP Prison #January 22 2024 #So canonically how do you guys view this moment?#Did Pac just canonically conk out from stress?#Did he take sleeping pills on purpose to sleep through whatever awful thing was inevitably going to happen?#Curious to hear what other people think #I like to imagine the stress finally got to him #He spent the entire time trying to mirror things he saw Cell doing #and finally cried about it to Bagi #I can't blame him if he wants to sleep through the rest of it. Man's living in a place that's actively making him relive past trauma #Fit says he's carrying Pac in his backpack but I like to imagine that he just gave Pac a piggy back ride the entire way home :D #I imagined that for Purgatory too #it's cute #idk the whole idea of very traumatized characters being so comfortable around certain people #Idk the idea Pac feeling so safe around Fit #(despite being in a place that is actively stressing him out)#that he feels alright falling asleep and trusting him / Mike to protect him is sweet to me #Idk man I'm a big fan of the ''literal sleeping together'' trope #I love when characters take naps together it's so cute #esp when it's two traumatized characters with a lot of baggage / trust issues #It's nice #anyways I got way off topic with these tags LMAO sorry #I was gonna edit this down but I like the entire conversation so I'm leaving it as is #The YouTube editor living in my brain: Not great for viewer retension #Me: Shhhhhhhh I'm an Archivist. I can do whatever I want.

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