#okay... maybe i was just sort of maybe possibly probably sorta kinda just a bit ish using...

[1moreff-creator]

Here again with some observations about the imitation pieces, this time on Wolfgang's.

First, not something that is in the art, but rather something that isn't here. The Wolfgang with the crown has nothing in common with his dad (as seen in the picture of his wedding in chapter 1). If you look at the suit, it has the little metal bits on the arms and on the shoulders that are on Wolfgang's suit but not on his father's. The tie has the pattern that is on Wolfgang's, but not on his father's. The hair strand on his face is thick, unlike his father's thin hair. I just find it funny that the second page says "not like you", most likely meaning his dad, and he indeed lack any of his father's identifiable features.

As for small details, I found some : crowned Wolfgang got both a tail and fangs, the victim Wolfgang's crucifix is actually a necklace, and his sheep pin is actually not the same as his usual one (the sheep got upward ears on the imitation piece, while it got downward ears in the killing game).

Woohoo more imitation piece details with bigsnakesatethesun! Wolfgang next :D

Hmm… You’re right! While they’re in superficially similar attire and just look alike in general, a lot of the details are different enough to be notable. Could be a way to call attention to Wolfgang’s worries that he might be similar to his father (I think? It’s been a while since I looked at Eden’s Garden content so I might be misremembering), while in actuality being different as you said. Though I do wonder if the “not like you” could also be taken to be about his mother, as she was a lawyer that Wolfgang wants to live up to (again, from vague recollection).

As for the other stuff, I think the fangs and tail and the fact the cross is a necklace and not a crucifix aren't hard things to spot, but it's still worth calling out in case anyone didn't see them!

And the sheep ear thing is fascinating! I’ve found very conflicting reports on what ear position means in sheep (evidenced by this Reddit post where there's three completely different answers, and one of them includes "depends on the breed"), so it's a bit hard to analyze. One source claims horizontal ears, which is kinda what we see in killing game, are possibly connected to relaxation and comfort. Which makes some amount of sense, as animals usually put their ears up when they're alert. Given that Imitation Sheep Pin Wolfgang is about to get stabbed, I could see why he'd be more "alert" than the Wolfgang in killing game, though it's a bit odd since I wouldn't exactly say that killing game Wolfgang was particularly "relaxed and comfortable."

Instead, I would relate it more to the fact that a sheep's ears being down can be an indicator of the sheep being in pain (hey here's another source!). It makes sense to think that killing game Wolfie is in some sort of pain, given I doubt anyone's doing particularly well there. Meanwhile, Imitation Wolfie looks quite happy in a liberated sorta way, so I can see the angle that he is no longer in pain.

In fact, you could probably combine both interpretations. Killing game Wolfgang is in distress aka pain (seen by the issues he was working through in his breakdown with Diana among other things), which would be the "real" way to read his pin, but he pretended to be relaxed and have everything under control, so most of the rest of the cast "reads his pin" the other way. Meanwhile, Imitation Sheep Pin Wolfgang has no reason to pretend to be relaxed, as he seems to be free from pain and worries, so his ears are in what would be the natural position for his breed... I guess?

Okay maybe I'm going a little crazy there, but then, that kinda is the basis of my blog so. Thanks as always for bringing this up! I enjoy it forever :D

[inkshadow]

monica & cyrus c:

ship meme : accepting !

who hogs the duvet - monica, cyrus rarely sleeps with a duvet on him, he just kinda passes out and stays passed out

who texts/rings to check how their day is going - cyrus, even though neither of them has downtime i feel like he's just a bit more inclined to do that sorta stuff

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts - i actually don't know that either of them really are since they tend to opt for convenience on most things but maybe cyrus since he's the more... romantic... as of right now...

who gets up first in the morning - depends on who has the earlier shift. i don't know that either would get up early willingly if they can help it

who suggests new things in bed - cyrus, but only bc he's so *wiggles* eager

who cries at movies - cyrus T_T

who gives unprompted massages - cyrus, monica would give them to cyrus in like a "sit down, we're doing this" sort of way

who fusses over the other when they’re sick - monica. cyrus tends to fuss during the lead up to sickness (in the form of hounding probably)

who gets jealous easiest - both

who has the most embarrassing taste in music - cyrus

who collects something unusual - neither

who takes the longest to get ready - monica on a proper night out, cyrus on a normal day

who is the most tidy and organised - monica

who gets most excited about the holidays - monica probably?? i imagine not a lot of people stay at the motel while lots of people are home with family so she gets a break

who is the big spoon/little spoon - i'm ngl, monica is probably the big spoon...

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports - cyrus

who starts the most arguments - i.... hmmm. historically they've both been equal.... i imagine that doesn't change

who suggests that they buy a pet - cyrus

what couple traditions they have - not really the type to have traditions. donuts are present in just about every birthday breakfast, along with coffee from their favorite respective shops

what tv shows they watch together - being the structured people that they are, probably proper series that come out weekly. thinking something like hotd. they enjoy the occasional comedy but not slapstick.

what other couple they hang out with - elira and josh c:

how they spend time together as a couple - studying/working together, smashing, cooking/cleaning, v domestic stuff. they do try and make it a point to go outside properly and get fresh air at least one day of the weekend if possible.

who made the first move - cyrus

who brings flowers home - cyrus, we know monica loves flowers on the bed and stuff

who is the best cook - both are okay, but probably not the best. cyrus tends to cook more meals than monica does.

[twotangledsisters]

What do you think were some of the hardest choices to make when writing Two Tangled Sisters (or anything you want to talk about), and which ones just sort of came naturally? Anything that surprised you yourself? Anything you wish you could go back and change? What are you proudest of?

Wow, so many good question!

Okay, hardest choices... The hardest are probably unpublished at the moment, because, well... not every character will survive season three... So far we've only had a very minor character death (RIP Weasel) but there are certainly going to be some that hit harder later in this season.

As for stuff that is actually published... Probably Cass and Caine being a thing! I absolutely love them, but I wasn't sure if anybody else would. And I was very scared that them getting together would end with me losing a lot of readers. I know how people love their ships after all! It's part of why they take such a long time to get together, several whole fics of just them hopelessly flirting and thinking about it. I definitIe had quite a few moments of 'maybe I shouldn't'. But ultimately I did and I'm very glad about that!

Choices that came naturally!

The main one is probably just the family dynamic between Frederic, Arianna, Rapunzel, Cassandra and Eugene. I never really made any difficult choices about the direction it'd go in, everything just sorta of happened.

Cassandra and Eugene fell into their natural state of bickering.

Rapunzel and Cassandra had their sister dynamic.

Arianna made the decision to keep both girls as an official part of the family.

Even Frederic and Cassandra's bond kinda formed on it's own. In fact, I have notes for season 3 written before much of season 1 and it shows Cassandra and Frederic's relationship as A LOT more distance. Showing how I didn't plan or expect them to do so well, they just did! And I'm happy for them.

Anything that surprised me!

Arianna's declaration of 'After years of searching for it's lost princess, Corona now has two!' in the very first Tangled Sisters fic, caught me fully of guard! Changed the entire route of the series in the best way possible though.

Frederic and Cassandra forming the tight bond they did wasn't something I expected until quite far in!

Cassandra and Caine also I didn't see coming until a bit later!

Amaris! Eugene's ancestors who has a tendency to visit him in his dreams also just kinda happened and now she's a recurring character who whenever I write her I adore!

This fic surprised me and catched me off guard all the time! But I think everytime it does I just love the fic even more!

Things I wish I could change?

Well... not much, thankfully! Definitely some missed opportunities. Like I realised the other day while chatting in the comments that Cassandra should have given Lance her book on raising a child and given him a lesson. It would have been adorable and hilarious!

Rapunzel should have told the King of Koto about how Eugene's actually a prince of the Dark Kingdom when he claimed he was nobody to talk to him.

I forgot the fossil exhibition in Vardaros! There was supposed to be a fossil exhibition!

And other small things! But out of the big stuff... I can't think of anything I'd change.

What are you proudest of?

Cassandra and Caine! Probably because I was so nervous, seeing how excited readers are whenever they get a chapter just warms my heart!

Also, New Dream getting engaged before the series ends so they get to refer to each other as fiances for the entire third season! Very important.

And just the development of characters, the way they change and adapt yet still hold pieces of their past... I just feel like the characters change a lot without it ever feeling sudden and that's something I'm very proud of!

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me.

Thank you soooo much for this ask! It was amazing and really got me thinking about the series!! I hope my answers were interesting to you :D

[deeisace]

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Typed this out last night and fell asleep without posting - still dressed and with the lights on, even

My uncle just flew in from Thailand to like help my dad some with their mum's funeral uhhh stuff

And obviously he's exhausted and it's a fuckin awful awful situation but idk like

My dad's been working out like who's gonna come and stuff, all my nana's friends and her facebook groups an all sorts, he's doing all the logistics and like most everything, and my uncle's gonna pay for it cs he's the business guy right

We've been talking a little bit in code cs my grandad has Alzheimer's and we don't want to upset him? But I think that's what's sorta been agreed

Also dad's sent an email to the Alzheimer's Society asking for advice of what we should do about grandad, if to tell him and upset him every 2 days, or to kinda leave it and say she's at hospital when he asks - dad also says that grandad's unlikely to last a year, this morning, which I didn't fully know

Anyway dad's done maths and my uncle hears there might be 60 people coming to Nana's - we don't have a huge family, there's maybe 15-20 family and the rest will be friends - and he says "no, we have to do something about that, I can't do that"

Which, totally fair enough to be socially anxious an stuff - maybe he's thinking he has to stand and talk, cs he's the oldest son, but there's no set way to do a funeral, he doesn't have to do that - absolutely totally fair, and it'd be fucking awful even without it being your mum's funeral

But who the fuck can we turn away, you can't turn people away from a funeral - from saying goodbye to someone they've known for 50 years, or who helped them through their cancer in between dealing with her own, or I don't know what else, she had a whole bunch of fb groups - she was a force of nature, and she helped a ton of people, and lots of people loved her, and I know it's hard and I know he has like social anxiety problems and fucking nobody wants to talk to ~60 strangers and/or people he hasn't seen for 30 years, for three hours, full stop, let alone in this fucking awful situation, but I don't know what else we can do?

Dad and him are going to the funeral people, they've got an appointment tomorrow morning to figure some stuff out, idk if they'll have an idea of what to do - dad says valium would help, but my uncle is not the sort as would agree to that, and my stepmum says maybe he can stay for a short while and then go uh like say he has to go and sit with his dad cs we couldn't organise an all-day carer (tho my dad's sorted that already, pending a date), which I think is probably the closest to a solution we can manage tbh

Oh I don't bloody know

Nice thing tho, I went out and got some lavender from the garden - her lavender, that dad says originally came from her mum's garden - to hang up and dry, so to sort of send with her? It was mum's idea, I think it's a nice one - dad helped me tie it up to hang on a hook in the garage, y'know, I'll find a nice ribbon for it - tho I imagine we'll (or dad will, he's been nonstop, I'm amazed in between my sadness) have to ask a funeral person if that's okay

But then mum's friend, her funeral was today, and they sent her off with - I forget which, but some nice greenery - like, with her - so it must be okay

I know that nana's funeral is going to be in about 2 weeks, but I need to remember to tell dad tomorrow that my granny's one is on the 24th, so if possible to avoid that day, so that I can go to both

[lacystar]

the phantom - gabriel

christine - marinette

Raoul - adrien

Carlotta - chloe

madame giry - natalie

meg - alya

piangi - sabrina

the guys who buy the theatre- probably Chloe's dad or sum shit

NOTES:

listen LISTEN obviously no romance between marinette and Gabriel right but you HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME OKAY

adrien is still Gabriel's son (insert TEN YEARS OOOOOLD clip). for this reason it would probably make sense to have Natalie be a caretaker for him or something but im so attached to her being madame giry because she would serve titanic cunt in that role. Gabriel was in Adrien's life at the very beginning, very young, but then (INSERT EVENT I HAVENT DECIDED ON, prolly his wife dying and him having sth to do with it) drove him away to the theatre.

the opera house is the equivalent of the school in this situation. the classmates are all performers and shit.

the "miraculous" still exist in the form of divine talent or what have you. we exist in an altered world where magic, to an extend, does exist. no kwamis or anything, but there is like divine power at play for certain individuals (I already assumed the original story to be under this sort of umbrella due to shit like the magic lasso)

Gabriel (hawkmoth or whatever) has this unique and divine talent and obviously resides in the opera house, etc.

Chloe does not have this, but she's a whiny primadonna and is talented enough and her daddy owns the theatre so she gets what she wants regardless. events of musical begin as canon. alya volunteers marinette to sing after Chloe quits, marinette obviously has this divine power as well and performs

idk if she and adrien are childhood friends, but they definitely knew each other as kids and she had a crush on him then. he gets feelings for her as soon as he sees her sing. this mostly gives them a little time for marinette to rediscover her feelings and so plot can happen

Gabriel MAYBE recognizes adrien as possibly a son or something atp-- he has eyes all over the theatre-- and maybe thats a draw bc adrien congratulates marinette after the show and shit and hes like "oh shit thats my kid."

but moreso he recognizes himself in her-- their shared abilities-- and in his desperate freak loneliness wants to mentor her. he hypno-kidnaps her, show typical. she takes off the mask and recognizes him as Adrien's dad and FREAKS OUT.

again idk what drove Gabriel away but its not "ugliness" like with the phantom in the musical. probably a catastrophic career ruining things. rather than fashion, he and marinette share music proficiency, so I'd imagine he was a famous singer rather than designer before everything.

anyswag he threatens her but 100% disclosure after this there is no coming back for her. all of the later "contemplation" for returning to him is no longer on her. thats all adrien. marinette doesn't tell adrien because she's afraid for her life (Gabe threatening her)

things carry out as semi-normal idk I need to rewatch the musical. romance builds between marinette and adrien. we discover he ALSO has a talent for music/singing, and his initial desire to protect marinette from "the phantom" is sorta replaced with fascination. he hears the phantom sing or some shit and is like "woagh... he kinda just like me." basically the roles reverse a bit here. marinette wants nothing to do with the phantom, adrien wants to protect her still but the Hypnotism is working...... the voice is reminding him of his childhood, his dead Mom....

maybe marinette and adrien get engaged but they confess their feelings yada yada

mainly the "wishing you were somehow here again" shit is replaced with adrien and he hears Gabriel sing to him and hes like "wow that sounds like my dad" and marinette kinda comes and is like "well youre not wrong but hahaha adrien noooo". he doesn't find out but he gets close.

the trap is set or some shit. Natalie expositions to marinette as needed.

do not ask me what past the point of no return is replaced with.

marinette unmasks him onstage, he kidnaps her. adrien is like "HOLY FUCK THATS MY DAD. NATALIE WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW" and Natalies like "yeaaaah unfortunately im a #gabeapologist and I didn't want to taint whatever good image you had left of him in your head but ig this all backfired. anyways here's how to get to him."

adrien Goes. mari's in whatever Gabe's equivalent of the magic lasso is. Gabe is using her as bait-- he knows adrien will come for her (he knows they're in love-- again he has eyes everywhere)

adrien comes down. the secret's out. the mask is back on for now. adrien is having very complex feelings and is very much "let her go we will never see you again" but the deal is set: marinette's life for adrien to go free, or she gets to live and escape if adrien goes with Gabe. if Gabe can't return to the public eye, he can at least live on through his son and use him as a (literal) mouthpiece.

adrien recognizes his father there, knows they're both hurt (mom is dead), makes the conscious choice to show empathy. goes over, pulls off his dad's mask like he might've pulled off his hat after he came home from work when he was a kid. hugs him. Gabriel is stunned, hugs back, its all great.

the mob approaches. Gabe deliberates. marinette and adrien wait in tense silence. Gabe releases the lasso and tells them to leave and never return and never say what they've seen.

they go to leave. Gabe is alone on stage. the couple returns momentarily. a mirror to the "return the ring" scene but obvs not engagement ring. maybe chat-noir miraculous ring adrien has had since he was a kid- he knows he won't see his dad again after this. smth smth giving his dad smth to remember him by. a final moment between them. marinette and adrien escape together, hands intertwined.

gabe mourns alone a moment then disappears.

alya enters, calling for marinette. I dont think Gabe leaves behind the fucking mask bc that shit would look like an empty condom. maybe leaves behind a lapel or whatever his miraculous holding thingy is I dont remember. maybe the fucking moth glasses ppl get when they're akumatized. ykwim.

alya discovers it. picks it up. lifts it up to the light. lights out. the end.

BONUS: in the masquerade scene everyone's dressed as they're miraculous. so we get some chat noir in a dapper suit and a pretty ladybug dress for the couple, etc.

now you'd have to stay with me bc we'd need to remove literally ALL romance from it for obvious reasons but I think we could make a phantom of the opera mlb au work.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Swiftli? Grant/Marco? Mercedes/Carol? Autumn Oak/Linda Stampler? (spreading my own propaganda <3)

For the ship ask thing :)

Also sorry that it’s kinda a lot lmao

Hiya!!! Hehe very interesting choices, love this, let's get to it!

Swiftli: COMFORT SHIP ALERT!!!

So, okay, the thing about this ship is that it's not my default ship for Linc or even necessarily Taylor? But that's not to say I'm conflicted, no, I really like these two together!

*Romantically* I think it kinda took me a while to feel the appeal of this ship? But then like... One night on a whim I found myself making a really silly playlist for them and... That made me understand it? At least what it is for me. This and, @raemeh (iirc) made a post about their first kiss being a surprisingly good one and- gee idk that made me go 😳 as well hahaha.

And yeah! Like I said this is absolutely a comfort ship for me, they're very silly and cute together, love to rotate them around in my head, might even write them at some point who knows!

Marco/Grant: OUGH THE CUTIE PATOOTIES OH MY GOSH I'M PUTTING THEM TOGETHER IN A LITTLE JAR AND SHAKING THEM AROUND AND THEN UH GIVING THEM SOME PRIVACY EHEHEH

At the start of S2 I think it's fair to say that of all the kiddads I was probably most curious to see what kind of person Grant ultimately got with, I suppose probably because relationship troubles are such a big thing for him in S1! And I just want the best for him honestly ahaaa

😫 And I wasn't disappointed! Marco is so sweet and they're so cute together and eghhsibgosesg-

Er, despite this I'd actually like to see some angst/conflict between them? Grant has a lot of explaining to do tbh, and I sorta don't want everything he's hid and lied about to go without consequences from Marco... But of course I'd want them to work everything out in the end! I think that would make me love them even more tbh.

In general I really just want more of these two in canon! They need to kiss... Otherwise, y'know in general I have a good chunk of ships for Grant but... Ultimately so long as Marco exists in the same universe, I tend to imagine them getting together in the long run.

Mercedes/Carol: Oooh interesting! Not a ship I've thought too much about tbh, but I could get behind it! I think my main hang-up if anything is that usually when I imagine ships with either Henry or Mercedes, either one of them doesn't exist in that universe or they never met, or it's a poly thing! In this case, I'd probably like this best if Hen and Mercedes have an open-relationship sorta deal (I mean they sorta canonically do?) and these two get involved with each other within that context. 🤔 Could also get behind a 4-way poly scenario with Darryl as well, but that's not a necessity by any means!

:0 I like the idea of Carol getting to experiment and maybe learning more about her sexuality and the like the way Darryl sort of got to in S1, and Mercedes would be a lovely person to see that happen with! Yeah, they'd be cute together I think!

Autumn/Linda (Ron's mom!): I'm so fascinated by this ship??? Also love that we've just established Linda's name haha good for her good for her.

You'll have to tell me more about how you see this ship before I come to any concrete feelings about it tbh! Still, I like the premise I mean, I guess they'd actually have a bunch going for them? On its own I love the idea of the omega daddies being divorced af and their exes getting together haha it's what they deserve. But yeah they could genuinely be quite good for each other! I imagine Linda must be pretty good at dealing with people with anger issues, she'd probably have the patience to be there for Autumn in a way that matters and help her work through some things. And Autumn is an underrated catch tbh haha- :o also a very powerful druid who could possibly help Linda with her chronic illness??? The fact that she had a bit of a thing for Ron also makes her getting with his mom pretty funny to me.

Yeah idk, like I said I'm fascinated, feel free to ramble about them!!!

OKAY hehe, thanks for the ask!!!! 💜

[crystal-traan]

DISCUSSING THEORIES CORNER

╰┈➤ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™, 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 and 𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 in #identities-evolved-theories - ❀𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚊❀ :

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™:

Just gonna put this here too

I feel like that earring means something. Emily pays alot of attention to Bright's earring, and it was shown to be an important symbol for his own mental state and stability, so I feel like the new look it got is supposed to tell us something about the somewhat drastic reply.*

(To be fair Bright pleading guilty isn't something I find surprising, what is surprising is how cool he looks saying it, compared to how distressed he was right after attacking Starcross, and even in the scene right before the court case. But then again perhaps it was in an attempt to further prove his plea to the judge) *[Midnight's earring is also a cross (but to be fair it is a different cross earring gacha-wise)

So maybe that means something, I don't know I feel like it may be a bit of a stretch-]

 ✎ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢:

I’m guessing in the new video, Bright was being controlled or influenced by Midnight. Even if Bright was pleading guilty, his body language and the way he talked screamed Midnight. I’m guessing Bright was in control when him and Cross were fighting, since it seemed more like Bright.

 ✎ 𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣:

Possible, ig, but it also could be that he just thinks he doesn't deserve to be anything but guilty, like kinda how Lazy brought up it wasn't surprising, it makes sorta sense considering his character, he even questioned why he ran away after hurting Starcross. I just view him acting like Midnight to be him hiding his distress/trying to make himself look guilty, like Lazy said. It would be easy too, since he did spend a bit of time fighting and serving Midnight. Of course we'll all have to wait for the rest for clear context. But for the Midnight thing, I don't see it as anything else other than Bright just trying to do what he views as right.

 ✎ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢:

That’s fair, it just seemed odd to me how Bright delivering his message. He might have picked it up from Midnight, but there wasn’t really any distress in his eyes. Emily’s one for the details, so idk.

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™:

That's also fair, it's actually what made me think of your theory in the first place. The thing is, Bright was distressed when he first found Cross standing with him, but then turned a 180° right after, so that's also somewhat weird ✎

𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣:

It all really depends on Bright's mindset, what he's been through while serving Midnight and what he thinks about everything. I say it's more likely to be that he's just trying to throw himself in jail since he, mostly in the "Meet Your Future Self" video he expresses his thoughts on how he believes Cross and Blue wouldn't want to safe him and, just a thought since it makes sense, how he believes he shouldn't be saved by them after what he's done.

 ✎ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢:

But if he was able to stand trial with Cross, that means they did take him back

Either saved or given

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™: Okay new idea Let's think of this from Midnight's pov. What outcome in this court case would be most beneficial for him?

-If Bright is put on death row, that wouldn't benefit him since he wants Bright alive.

-If Bright is found innocent because of his mental health, then he will post likely be put in an asylum of some sort, which would be a problem to Midnight.*

-If Bright is found guilty but given a life sentence or something along those lines, it would also not be beneficial for him.*

The fact that Bright was taken to court itself is not beneficial for Midnight, what good can he get from it?

Unless, there is one way I can think of it being beneficial for him. Bright is missing, correct? Which means that Blue and Cross probably reported him as a missing person. Perhaps, Midnight "turned him in" to get the authorities off his back.

*And perhaps Midnight's societal role allows him to bring Bright right back to him regardless of the court's final ruling (introducing, governmental corruption, bribery, etc)

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™:

Wait What if Bright pleaded guilty to be put on death row? Since we already know he wants to die

 ✎ 𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣:

True and I think the only reason why he was ever still alive was because "He had to be the hero", he "had to" stop Midnight. Because he was even willing to just let Midnight kill him. And now that Bright hurt an innocent person, helped Midnight, why is he the hero in the situation? Therefore, being the "hero" can't hold him back-

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 I will post more of this topic because yes XD

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Hi! So now I'm thinking about this bakugou silent treatment after his rude comment what you mentioned in the last post. Maybe you could write more about it? Thanks, have a great day~

pls bc now that u’ve said it i’m absolutely gonna have thoughts

-so like, let’s be real, if ur bakugou’s s/o then ur his primary form of entertainment. he has friends but he doesn’t like them as much as he likes u, and it’ll be a hassle to get a hold of them, so he’ll always find u first when he wants a bit of social interaction. and pls he’s such a nerd who does nothing but eat, sleep, study, and train, so when he gets bored he is bored,, and he expects u to fix that

-this leads to, like i’ve said before, a lot of,, ummm choice comments coming out of his mouth. just rude shit that he’ll say just to get a reaction,, especially if you’re busy doing something else and don’t have time to pay him as much attention as he’d like

-some of his greatest worst rude comments include:

1.) “Why the fuck are you even looking at that textbook, we both know your dumbass can’t read.”

2.) “You breathe like a laboring dog.”

3.) “Stop doing that. You look like a fuckin’ idiot- more than normal.”

or,, that day’s absolute gem of a comment which was ✨“You’re so fuckin’ clingy, all the time, and I still put up with it; but now that I want something you’re just gonna ignore me? Frigid bitch.”✨

.... i- wow. you hate to see it

-so, ofc, you know he doesn’t mean it, especially with the challenging look and playful tone that goes along with it, but, still, after saying something as egregious as that, you elect to ignore him. completely. entirely. for as long as it takes for Bakugou to realize his words and apologize.

-spoiler alert: he doesn’t.

-an hour passes and he doesn’t even seem to care. which, is rlly a front he’s putting up, pretending to be aloof and unaffected, but he’s not.

-he’s upset. pretty grumpy about how u won’t look at him or speak to him. how you brush him off when he tries to touch your hand,,, just overall not a very happy boy altho when is he ever

-another ten minutes pass n bakugou sorta feels bad about what he said, but not bad enough to apologize. not even slightly. lord knows he has way too much pride for that

-so then he sets off with a new plan,, probably called like *operation revert things back to normal without apologizing bc that’s “wimp shit”*..........🙄🙄🙄

-detailed below is the plan in it’s entirety. and as expected it is not only very poorly designed, but also absolutely out-of-touch and mostly childish

Step 1: Strike A Pose

*so ,, the basis of this first step, is preying on your attraction to him,,, look, bakugou is not an idiot, nor is he afraid to admit how handsome he is. he practically makes it his job to figure out what gets you going

*n even if it makes him feel a little ridiculous/flustered he will absolutely rip his shirt off in front of you if that’s what it takes (just dont look at his face tho bc he’s blushing)

*he’s also prone to grabbing your wrist in his hand, and wrapping his fingers around it entirely. bc the asshole has nice, big, well-manicured hands n he knows u like them

*probably drops himself onto the couch next to you,, just to throw his head back and expose the column of his throat. pls n if he sees u looking over, he’ll blush 10/10 times, but he’ll still side-eye you and swallow intentionally while ur watching him

-alright, so now, if that was me, obvi it’d work. almost immeadiately. but let’s say ur a real hard-ass and somehow completely unmoved by how fine he is (wow, cant imagine what that’s like) . so he moves on to the next phase of the plan which is

Step 2: Make As Much Noise As Possible

*alright so this is where he just devolves into more insulting comments. bc adding fuel to the fire obviously makes it go out. clearly.

*will poke at ur cheeks/hands/legs n say sum “jesus, dumbass, learn to take a joke. didn’t fuckin’ mean it. c’mon, you knew that, you’re being stupid.”

*probably swipes whatever you’re paying attention to instead,, will hold it just out of ur reach and “if you want it then fuckin’ ask. ‘m not giving it to you until you speak to me again.”

* “why are you even upset? you rlly that fuckin’ sensitive?”

-okay so if that still doesn’t work, and it doesn’t, ofc it doesn’t, bakugou is just irritable now. he’s grumpy and crabby and probably misses u (even tho he’d never admit it) and he can’t accept ur silence bc then he’d be “losing” to you,, so onto the next phase which is

Step 3: Smooth Things Over

*finally, finally, he’ll come around to the idea of apologizing. which, for bakugou is rlly just tricking u into thinking he’s apologizing without actually having to say the words so he can feel like he’s “winning”.... 🙄

*this leads to him being uncharacteristically nice. like, making u food without complaining, or maybe making u tea

*n then he’ll just sorta,, press those little gifts into ur hands and look at u expectantly. just stand there in silence and wait for u to smile at him again

-but don’t fold sweetie. don’t fold even if he’s being sort of nice for once. with bakugou you’ve literally got to beat him into submission or he’ll never learn,, and if u still don’t speak to him then he’ll finally, finally, bend to you

Step 4: Suck It the Fuck Up

*firstly, his apologies are never rlly impressive. not really. they’re always mumbled and kinda stuttery, but they’re sincere. he’d only say the words if he actually meant them

*will sound very much like “Fine. Whatever. I’m sorry. Jesus, don’t make me fuckin’ say it again.” tho

*then when u finally look at him, a tiny little smile on your face, he’ll sort of just crowd you bc he missed u. v much a man who huffs in “annoyance” while also refusing to remove his face from ur collarbone or let you out of his arms

-and then all is finally, finally well in bakugou’s world. until he opens his big mouth again. he’ll learn eventually,,, maybe. probably not lmao

—/—

hope u enjoy @doggonudez !! :))))

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

Housamo but a two year timeskip?

Okay so for the past few days I've had this idea in my head thanks to the Housamo Discord server cleverly titled "Samocord" of this theoretical sequel to Housamo. Not necessarily an inheritor but a direct sequel of the events of the current mobile game. I jokingly pitched Housamo 2 would be the characters aged up 2/3 years in their college/university years most likely and sort of see where they develop and age over the course of that time frame. So I thought it would be sorta fun to express my thoughts and opinions where I can potentially see the characters in that span since I think it makes for great headcanon material. I'll be mostly talking about where I can see the Summoners and Yoyogi students since the Summoners are the poster kids and leads of Housamo, and the Yoyogi cast are some of my favorites (plus it gives me the chance to plug my own thoughts about my OCs at the very end shh) and I felt this could be very fun to sort of slot it between other headcanons.

also i’m realizing how long this turned out and how frequently i say theoretical. it’s a fun word

MC: So who better to start with than the player character themselves. I think the player character would probably change the least physically. Their style would evolve from a typical high school student to a more traditional local kinda feel in the casual days. Since this is the player character I don't believe they'd fit into one set curriculum since that would be up to the player to decide, however I do see them entering community college first since that would allow them to more thoroughly look into their options and see if they'd rather attend a graduate school or full on university. Not really much else to comment here since that's for the players to decide what they want to do. If you want my opinion though I can see the player wanting to follow closely with Mononobe's steps, recounting all the times he's helped them through a rough patch and kind of wants to be that guiding hand for other generations so most likely after community college they'd try to either break into the education scene as early as possible or get into graduate school and continue educating themselves there.

Salomon: Very briefly I don't believe Sal will change too much from his initial appearance (if he's still around) and is just helping the MC find their bearings and making life as a college student more manageable. Maybe he'd have a few cute new outfits he'll wear on occasion but I wouldn't know. I'm not a fashion designer, just a writer.

Ryota: I normally do Shiro first in these types of organized ramblings and discussions but I kinda wanna save him for a bit later, and instead talk about Ryota. Ryota appearance wise I feel would probably remain mostly the same body type maybe just a smidgen taller. His hair cut might be a bit more evened out and possibly a bit of stuble on his face. Style wise Ryota would still remain with a mostly casual vibe to him, though I feel he'd wear colors a bit more standout than the others since he wouldn't be afraid to draw much attention to himself. He could be entering community college with you and one other friend we'll talk about in a second but unlike you who's more comfortable taking their time, Ryota is worried that he doesn't have a career planned out and is concerned that he isn't as mature as Shiro has become or as capable as Kengo and Toji. He wanted to attend a culinary arts program but didn't really feel his heart was in it at the time and wanted to try thinking about things a bit harder than he should have because ultimately the culinary and hospitality programs call to Ryota the most since it's in his disposition to love good food and to be as open and friendly as possible.

Moritaka: The other friend that joins you in your community college days and is already dead set on taking up studies in social welfare (with a few preferences on the side like fashion design and home economics) and he intends to keep practicing kendo. Appearance wise Moritaka's most noticeable change is his weight as I could see him slimming a bit and leaning a bit closer to a shorter version of Yasuyori's build as 2 years of training with you all have helped him build a bit more of a trimmed body, though he doesn't get taller and maintains his usual sensibilities from when he was in high school. Moritaka's biggest fear I could see is stagnating and being unable to adapt to the changing world around him so he plans to take a course that allows him to get knowledge and resources on ongoing events and trends.

Toji: He's probably the most simple and predictable to change of the cast. For the most part he looks relatively the same but he's doubled down with his work at the police academy since graduating high school properly. So his schedule is pretty packed and usually keeps him busy for days at a time either studying or training. He does aid a bit where he can. It's just difficult for him to meet up in person with the others these days...

Kengo: So you know Ryu from that Street Fighter teaser? That's what Kengo probably will look like in two years let's be honest. Just shredded and facial hair. He probably would look like he'd have a kid or something despite his age. He keeps up with his training and matches while also attending a technical school after finally to start taking Shiro's advice a bit more seriously and he plans to get a way to make a more reliable income since he can't always book a match these days. Since he goes to a different school and does still occasionally get a match or two or even focuses on training he tends to not have as much free time as he'd like to to go and see the others. It's just out of the way ever since he started. Though apparently he's been in touch with Shiro more often than the others, but mostly to make sure he stays out of trouble.

Shiro: While his appearance hasn't changed too much, he would have a more refined air about him since he'd need to look his best for the grad school he'd be attending. He did test for it and got accepted, though he was reluctant at first. Though the nudging of his friends pushed Shiro to put himself first for once. Naturally going to such a high degree of education requires Shiro be focused and diligent so he doesn't have time immediately to spend with his friends, though he is keeping tabs on Kengo apparently as the two have kept contact in emails to prove that Kengo is attending his classes. Though beyond that he does wish he can sometimes see his high school friends more often.

Hanuman Gullinbursti and Agyo: I'm grouping them together since I don't have much to say on them individually. I can see them both entering into the high school social sphere finally and forming their own cliques. While Hanuman still remains short he has grown out his hair to more closely resemble his primate origins. Agyo still has a long ways to go though if he hopes to reach his grandfather's aspirations though. Gullinbursti doesn't look different at all and is just travelling to train more.

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For a plot I could see that while the characters' lives have gotten on a correct track, there seems to be this lingering feeling that something isn't right. Until MC is confronted by something that threatens the peace of it all- a mix of their own dissatisfaction with this new found solidarity and an antagonist potentially creating all sorts of chaos out of that fact.

Yeah I'm presenting the idea that the MC is unhappy with this sort of good ending and is hoping for something to bring their friends back together even if by force and an antagonist that intends to exploit that for some kind of endgoal. That's all I got cuz the plot wasn't at the forefront of my mind when I was coming up with these theoretical futures.

%%% Gameplay though, weirdly was. Cuz if we ever did get a Housamo 2 I could see them using most of the same baselines as the base Housamo but with a few bells and whistles! Basically I came up with two ideas- an affinity bonus/penalty system and Love skills. (This next part is purely theoretical on my part and not anything real happening anytime soon. In fact none of this is so just stick with me)

Love Skills are pretty straightforward: when a character is in love with another character (usually done on the player's whim) the character will get a skill that becomes live whenever they're with the preferred partner. For example if Horkeu Kamui were to fall in love with the player character then Horkeu could obtain a theoretical skill where if the lover (in this case the player) were to take damage, he would have a chance to redirect and halve the damage back to himself. As if he were guarding the player from harm. There's a plethora of options you could come up with like "If lover takes damage, grants CP up to self; if lover takes a hit, unit counterattacks on foe" or some other wacky shenanigans like player phase follow ups, quick healing to keep someone from dying. Housamo as it is is a varied game littered with all sorts of fun effects and quirks that something like this could add another layer of strategy and actually make Forget me Nots somewhat strategically useful.

An affinity bonus/penalty is something that's a bit more out there in concept, but basically these would be a party wide buff you would be able to grant dependent on what characters you're fielding. For instance if you were to bring Shiro/Moritaka with MC in the party then the party could receive a +10% activation rate to their skills for the whole duration of the battle, or if you were to bring Kengo/Toji it would be a slight boost to the party's damage output. Even if Ryota and MC were in the party it would increase the potency of healing skills. Now where do the penalties come in? Note how I mentioned in every example with the MC? They'd be this sort of equalizer character who would give a little less than the full potential, but at no cost. To explain what I mean let's take Kengo and Horkeu Kamui from our previous examples. If you were to put them both on the same team they'd have an affinity given that Horkeu is a Berserker and Kengo has a strong tie to the Berserkers where they'd give a much stronger damage boost to the party. However the drawback is that they now take more damage in return from enemies, almost like a permanent Berserk effect. All sorts of different combinations could happen with this theoretical system- Ryota and Choji could give healing buffs extended duration but to the cost of damage output as a whole being reduced, Shiro and Shuichi could increase activation rates by a larger amount but have a harder time letting the part charge CP. There could even be characters, like Leanan Sidhe, who could potentially disable affinity bonuses/penalties for lore purposes and to open the way for other strategies to get some time to shine.

Realistically anything is possible and while I don't expect much of anything to come from this it's just cool to theorycraft and speculate.

%%% Finally, my personal favorite segment to talk about, the Yoyogi characters and where they'd be.

Durga and Daisuke: I am bunching these two together since I don't have much to say about them when compared to the others. Maybe both of their muscle definition improving since high school because I see them both being the first of their friends to break into the athletic world as upcoming celebrities. Daisuke obviously getting into a more formal wrestling career while Durga being a sponsored track and field runner. They both would otherwise be relatively the same Durga and Daisuke. Though Daisuke would probably be a bit more confident in himself and letting his friends know who Taurus Mask really is.

Gunzo: I can see Gunzo joining the MC and his friends when they all start attending college, but going to a different school through Yoyogi (if I'm remembering right they have courses all the way to the college level so Gunzo would probably do that) and Gunzo would be heavily involved with the Rugby team on the college level. Though he's become a lot more outgoing and confident in himself like a shining star. Appearance wise I could see Gunzo starting to grow a subtle stubble but maintaining his mostly athletic aesthetic. While he hasn't quite broken through the public sphere just yet, he at least wants to finish school before making any big plunges.

Kyuma: Finally a third year and current captain of the baseball team after so long. Not only did Kyuma get taller, but he also got a whole new perspective now that juniors are looking up to HIM for advice and adoration. He would be taking his schooling very seriously so he can catch up to his other peers properly and be able to feel he can stand as their equal as opposed to living in their shadows. He's got a lot of work and training ahead of him if he hopes to feel shoulder to shoulder with everyone.

Ashigara: I think Ashigara would be going to college, but having an internship to be a teacher's aide so he can be a teacher and coach for his old stomping grounds. While Ashigara would want to be popular like his peers I think he gets happiness more from the ones he surrounds himself. He just kinda gives me the vibes that he'd just be happy raising new generations to be the strongest and best versions of themselves. Also Ashigara would buy a pair of fake glasses to sell the bit that he's more mature than when he actually is.

Yasuyori: I thought about giving Yasuyori a position in the military, but after thinking it through it sounds like an awful idea for him to have him placed back into a military setting. The trauma of what the game did to him would motivate him to learn to become a trauma counselor. So during this he's knees deep involved with that and trying to become someone capable of treating that.

Wakan Tanka: Firstly this is an assumption Wakan Tanka makes it to see the end of the main story in Housamo which we don't know yet but seeing the track record of World Representatives... we can only hope. But assuming he does I see Wakan Tanka taking a break since he was completely wrecked after the events of the game and needs to find himself. So after a few years he eventually makes his way back to Tokyo and he's a lot more laid back and sage-like, a lot more soft spoken but still kind.

%%% And as a little aside my Fan characters Yui- She'd be an aspiring light novelist or mangaka with some kind of story in the works after getting lucky in a writing contest. While Yui got a lucky break she is taking school part time and also juggling her personal life. While on the surface she never seems to find a break she's able to squeeze it in and knows when to make time for everything. That isn't to say that she won't drop what she's doing in the face of an emergency.

Tatsuya- He would be taking classes with Gunzo and Ashigara, but mostly because he is also taking an internship in learning to become a doctor. Specifically Tatsuya wants to become a pediatrician for reasons pertaining to his own childhood and understanding what those years can mean to someone. While he and Yasuyori spent a lot of time together in their high school days and are still really close, he grows closer to Ashigara Kyuma and Gunzo during this period.

%% And that should cover everything I wanted to. For everyone who made it this far on this headcanoning a wild sequel I wanna say thank you since I normally don't put up these kinds of projects and just stick to keeping it in my notes and never really sharing them until now. But also I'm kind of curious what everyone would see their favorites would be doing, or if there was a portion of this that you may not have fully agreed with me on. I'd be curious to know!

[oikawaplssteponme]

Hi Willow! Virtual hugs to you! Can I request a Bakugou piece where the reader lives alone & wakes up in pain & waits for it to pass but when it doesn’t she realizes she can’t really drive & is like “well shit idk anyone to drive me??” since she’s still fairly new just moving to the city. She’s been dating Bakugou a few months but doesn’t wanna bother him & just calls an ambo & afterwards takes a taxi back to her place. Bakugou finds out somehow & he's all ???? wtf is wrong with you??

hello love! thank you for sending this in [ and for your patience :)) ] i hope you enjoy <3

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Call You First

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

warnings: sickness/pain, mention of ambulances and hospitals, swearing

genre: fluff

a/n: i ended up writing it to where Bakugou finds the reader at the hospital :)) enjoy xx

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Your eyes shot open and you looked around your bedroom. The clock next to your bedside read 10:02am. You shielded your eyes from the sunlight peaking in. You attempted to sit up, but paused when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. It was probably what woke you up in the first place.

You tried to sit up once more, fighting through the pain. Your stomach ached, you could barely move. You wondered what could have caused this. You hadn’t done anything reckless within the last few days. Maybe it was something you ate? Or just a bad cramp of some sort? Regardless, you were in pain.

You reached over to grab your phone, wincing from your movement. You looked to see a few unanswered texts from Bakugou.

You and him had only been dating for a while now, still taking things slow. You fell for him a little more each day. Bakugou’s charm and surprisingly caring nature got the better of you, and now you were head over heals.

Maybe you should call him? He could potentially know what’s wrong with you, he’s a smart guy after all. No no, you thought, would he think that’s weird? You certainly didn’t want to bother him, or appear needy. He technically wasn’t your boyfriend yet and you don’t want to make it seem like you are moving too fast. Anyway, you reassured yourself that your fine.

You read his messages but didn’t answer. You attempted to get up from your bed, but instead crashed to your knees from the pain.

“Shit...” you mumbled to yourself. It was almost unbearable. You really should call Katsuki, or at least a doctor. You picked doctor.

You grabbed your phone from your bed and dialed for an emergency.

~

Bakugou bounced his knee up and down as he stared at his phone. It was strange of you not to have answered him, he was honestly starting to get worried.

Should he call you? Would that make him see needy? Well, he was. He missed you, he hadn’t heard from you since the night before. Bakugou uncrossed his arms and grabbed the phone, dialing your number.

He anxiously listened to the dial tone, waiting to hear your voice on the other line. He took a deep breath.

“H-Hi...”

“Y/N, is everything okay? You, um, haven’t answered my texts so I thought I’d call,” he said nervously. Bakugou could hear other voices surrounding yours, causing some confusion.

“Oh-uh- well you see -SHIT THAT HURTS- I’m kind of in a bit of a situation right now...”

Bakugou raised his brow, unsure if he heard you right.

“Y/N what hurts? Where are you? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorta, kinda, in an ambulance right now-”

“AN AMBULANCE? TO THE HOSPITAL?” shouted Bakugou. He got up from where he sat and began scrambling for his keys.

“Yeah-OUCH-I have to go-”

Bakugou stared into the phone in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that you decided to call an ambulance before him. Bakugou ran out the door.

~

Bakugou paced outside of the hospital, waiting for you to be discharged. He had been there for hours it seemed. The last he had heard from you was when the two of you were on the phone. He genuinely was getting nervous. He hoped that you were okay.

You sighed, thanking the nurses that said you were free to go. You were feeling a million times better. You walked towards the doors before stopping. You spotted Katsuki, now sitting on a bench.

You placed your hand on his shoulder. Bakugou looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Hey-”

Bakugou cut you off when he wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you tightly. He rubbed your back, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He questioned. You chuckled.

“I’m much better now, I promise. Just some funky stuff going on with my stomach but they fixed me right up,” you reassured him. Bakugou sighed. He then flicked your forehead.

“HEY-”

“Why the hell did you call the hospital before calling me?” He huffed. You stiffened up.

“Well I didn’t want to bother you...”

“Bother me? You’re an idiot, Y/N. You couldn’t ever bother me, got it?”

You sighed, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“I promise to always call you first, Katsuki.”

“Thank you. Now, let’s go, I’m not letting you out of my sight dumbass.”

Bakugou took your hand and began to lead you to his car. You chuckled.

“So next time I’m in excruciating pain I should just say screw calling an ambulance and call you instead?” You teased. Bakugou wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your head.

“Damn right.”

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[toko-writing-imagines]

My cat ran away and I searched for her everywhere I took her to the vet just a few days ago and now she's gone again I'm so upset so if you don't mind can I request some hcs of makoto, Hajime and maki comforting their s/o who lost their cat? If you can that is��despair anon

I'm super sorry to hear that your cat ran away, but I do hope and wish that you find her soon!

I hope these hcs help you feel better, even if it's just a lil bit (I think I interpreted your wish right, if not then I'm sorry)

Makoto, Hajime, and Maki comforting their s/o who just lost their cat

【Makoto Naegi】

• This luckster would understand the feeling of having a pet run away. He did have a dog growing up and every once in a while it would get too excited and run away whether it chasing it or it just going too far from home

• Since he is kinda an optimistic, he'd tell you that it would be okay and hopefully your cat will be okay wherever she is

• He'd let you cry on his shoulder if you need too, rub your back and tell you as many reassurances you need. Do you want anything? Snacks, a glass of water, maybe a comfort item you have somewhere?

• Makoto just wants to make sure you are okay and are feeling better before he proceeds with any other course of action

• If you want, Makoto will even go out and look for your cat (you are allowed to come or just let him look). Maybe his luck will come in handy and possibly find your cat

• Heck, maybe he can get Kyoko to also help in the search. She is the Ultimate Detective after all and she probably had to find a few missing pets in her line of work

• He just doesn't want you to be sad, and will absolutely do his best to find your cat. But if that's not what you want right now, then he will do his darn best to comfort you till you are better

【Hajime Hinata】

• I feel like Hajime won't particularly notice your change in mood unless he was looking closely, or you just told him upfront about what happened

• If you aren't the most upfront person, he would have to take a good look at you to realize you aren't okay - to which he mentally slapped himself for being so blind and not noticing earlier

• While he isn't any sort of detective in the slightest, it became sorta clear to him on what has been bothering you. You are usually accomplished evermore with your pet cat, she is never to wonder around much and most of the time she is just laying with you on your bed

• He pulled you into a hug, albeit being slightly awkward since that's just kinda how he is

• While he can't exactly relate, as he never lost a pet before in any way, he's really good at comforting you!.. at least he hopes he is

• The comfort sound of hearing his heart beat to a steady rhythm, you feel a wave of calmness that you haven't felt today. It made you smile knowing that Hajime is trying his best here to comfort you, and his attempt to do so did not fail

• Hajime isn't totally sure what to really do now, but the future is a mystery - you two can decide the course of action about your missing cat once you feel better

【Maki Harukawa】

• Honestly, I don't think she would sugarcoat the possibility of your cat not being okay or something much worse

• But that's something she wouldn't say directly (for the time being at least), as it would probably make you feel much worse and she's supposed to be comforting you

• Even though comforting a person is not really her forte, she would let you rant to her about it while she had you in a slight stiff but comforting hug

• She isn't really too sure what to exactly say - she never really had a pet or being remotely emotionally attached to anything as a child so she just holds you in her arms as you either vent, cry, or both

• There's a silence after a while, your voice gone quiet as Maki waits to see if you still have anything to say

• After that, Maki just has you rest for the day, as you very much need it after spending most of your day looking for your cat.

• What she didn't let you know is that once she leaves you alone to rest, she goes on her own search to find the cat herself. Maki is an assassin, the Ultimate one at that, so if she has a target, she will find them

• Just leave the searching for her, and if she comes back later with nothing still then her excuse will just be that she got you your comfort snacks (or just something similar to that)

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Haha finally got them done!- I would have finished sooner but I had a brain fog when doing Hajime's

also a lot of people really been requests Maki

It was fun writing the boys though! I really gotta write them more often

I still wish you the best on finding your cat, and that she is all well! Take care!

~ Mod Toko 💜

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

I don't think they'd have Loki kill Laufey in canon if Laufey hadn't abandoned him and secretly loved him though. Especially because Laufey is not really brought up again.

TO BE FAIR, Marvel does canonically do a lot of things and fail to deal with them later, like Loki's internalized racism, suicide attempt, and very bad missing year...or for a non-Loki issue, Steve's ending in Endgame, which would've been kind of okay if it had capped off the whole MCU but instead they just sort of...simultaneously addressed and ignored all the unfortunate implications of their own writing choice and continue to do so even as the problems with that decision become increasingly, inescapably obvious? so I honestly wouldn't put it past them to either include this as a possibility (that Laufey wanted Loki) without actually dealing with what it means (that due to several awful misunderstandings, main-timeline Loki killed a father who loved him)...or to straight-up not realize that the second thing is potentially implied by the first thing.

but yes, I also think it's reasonable to assume that in the main timeline, Laufey really did abandon Loki to die because he was a runt, in large part because it's the most straightforward answer and it's what we were told. similarly, the most straightforward answer for the What If episode is that Loki wasn't a runt in that timeline so abandoning him never entered Laufey's mind--although it does seem like everybody in that timeline is just sorta happier and more chill, considering relations between Asgard and Jotunheim seem totally fine despite the war (which was probably less of a big deal in this timeline to begin with), and Thor and Loki both grew up as carefree party boys despite presumably being their realms' respective heirs, and a whole bunch of random characters show up to par-tay even though their presence and behavior would make zero sense for their main-timeline counterparts for various reasons (particularly Surtur and Nebula). so in that context, it's also probably reasonable to suppose that we can't really deduce anything about main-timeline Odin or Laufey based on the actions of their counterparts from this episode.

the part that irritates me is still what this episode does say about the main timeline, because it's a complete misunderstanding of Thor and Loki's characterization from the first movie and it has that bizarre bit where main-timeline Loki...uses the Casket on Thor as a child for a prank? despite...you know...the extremely pivotal scene in the first movie where just touching the Casket was enough to prove to Loki that he was Jotun? so I'm...just gonna ignore that bit on the grounds that it makes literally no sense, I guess. (I mean--maybe you could argue that the Casket only affected Loki because it was after a Frost Giant triggered the change by trying to freeze him. but considering how incredibly powerful the Casket is supposed to be, that seems...nonsensical.) what we're seeing is kinda the Watcher's fanfic version of reality or something, idk.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

this is so random but can you do a fluff headcanon of seeing his s/o in a kimono for Sakusa, Suna, and Atsumu. And maybe kuroo, komori, and kita too I watch this todomomo CD drama the other day where the two saw each other in festival and they're like so cute frickin' cute todoroki compliment Momo, being kinda open towards her, and Momo just being really soft and cute makes me giggle and smile.

AHHH that is just such a good idea. I'm always so soft when they see each other wearing yukata's or kimono's at festivals. I only wish they had that sorta stuff where I live too 😭🤚💕💕💕✨

And omg yghhhh todomomo is such a cute ship, like I genuinely adore them both so much >:(

The boys seeing their cute s/o in a kimono

Characters: Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Kuroo, Sakusa

Warnings: none

Atsumu

Okay so Atsumu would definitely be extremely smooth. like he's internally freaking out and thinking you look so adorable!! but on the outside he's just trying to play it cool so you don't catch on.

His eyes would literally not leave you and he's just taking in how you look the entire time.

“yer ready ta go babe?” with this hot ass smirk on his face.

You're just blushing and you nod and follow him, your geta making sounds beneath you.

When you reach there, you're buying takoyaki, and you ask him if he wants some.

He ends up eating almost everything, like what the heck, man?

Apologizes and buys you more.

Would definitely try to show off and win you stuff at the festival to prove how manly™ he is, and also hopes he impresses you in the process.

“hey babe, watch me win this for you” and he's having a full-fledged war with the kid he's competing with.

He ends up winning and sticking his tongue out at the kid. Because it's basically canon that his mental age drops to 5 when he's competitive about things.

You just ruffle his hair and congratulate him.

Would definitely do the whole yawning and bringing you closer to him thing, when you've decided to take a break and rest.

He's trying to be slick, please don't call him out.

Your friends text you, telling you about the firecracker show and you ask Tsumu if he'd be okay to stay for that.

He practically jumps!! at the chance!! I mean, more time spent with you is always good :]

Asks if he can have your first kiss under the firecrackers. He's a consensual king

After you say yes, he'd just gently cup your face and lean down (WE LIVE FOR MFING HEIGHT DIFFERENCES!!) and kiss your lips gently at first, as the sky is filled with bursts of colour.

Y'all definitely end up making out but that's a different story

Walks you home after everything is over, and tells you how much he liked spending time with you on the way home.

“ya looked beautiful today, y/n-chan” and he has the shyest look on his face.

You kiss his nose and walk inside, leaving him flustered on your doorstep.

Kita

Plans this weeks in advance, after hearing about the festival, and musters up the courage to ask you to go with him.

You jump at the chance. At first you think the whole team is coming along, until a flustered Kita says “i hope it would just be the two of us.”

Your eyes widen and you're both just blushing messes looking at the ground.

You both arrive early, and laugh, seeing how you had the same idea to come a bit earlier.

He looks at you in the kimono and takes a few deep breaths before genuinely complimenting you in the most poetic way possible?

“your beauty is unrivalled, y/n-san. Even the brightest lamp is nothing when compared to the radiance you emit.”

And you're just so Mcfreaking flustered™?????? Like where did he learn how to make your heart go doki doki like that omg

You guys would probably be very rational about making your way around the festival.

Food first, and maybe we'll play some games later?

He definitely pays for everything ugh, such a gentleman, eventho you told him it was okay.

And old lady at one of the stalls flusters the two of you by saying he has such a pretty girlfriend.

And he just smiles, with flushed cheeks. Neither of you disagree.

It starts drizzling and the two of you find shelter under a tree.

You're a bit sad about how your kimono got a bit ruined after slipping in some mud, and he gently helps your roll the area up and wipes it with a tissue.

He also smiles and tries to crack a joke by saying “the clouds thought you were so beautiful, they started crying” as he gestured to the rain.

Although the fireworks show was cancelled, Kita wrapped his arms around you and kept you warm, as you talked so many things, whilst waiting for the rain to stop.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise :)

He gently holds your hand at some point too, and plays with your fingers, pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand.

The rain finally stops and he walks you home, thanking you for spending time with him.

You take a deep breath and kiss him before entering your house, and he smiles through the kiss.

“i've always wanted to do that” he says softly, after kissing you gently again and waving goodbye.

Suna

Going out with Suna was definitely an impromtu plan of some sort. Like he just randomly texts you, asking if you want to go and you agree.

Definitely sends you a few memes about how he can't wait and begins to get ready.

You guys meet there and both of you are just so shocked at how the other looks.

Suna thinks you look gorgeous, and he tries to tell you in a teasing way. Much like Atsumu, he's trying to play it down when he's actually so flustered.

“hey dork, you don't look too bad”

You're not good at hiding your thoughts though, and you blurt out a rushed “Suna were you always this hot?” gesturing to his Yukata.

Y/n-chan I think you broke Suna.

He's just a flustered mess and he doesn't reply, instead saying he's hungry and buying something to eat. He buys one for you too, and suggests you guys walk and eat at the same time.

Definitely shows you memes and takes videos of you as the night progresses and the two of you loosen up and start doing dumb stuff.

Takes lots of pictures of you so he can document how pretty you look and keep it with him.

You pose for some, whilst some are just totally candid, with absolutely no pretense, your beauty in its natural glory.

Suna is just so whipped, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't tell you honestly, so he wipes some sauce off from the side of your lip and kisses you gently.

It's a quick peck, but it took lots of courage.

“i mean to tell you earlier, y/n, but you look beautiful in this kimono”

You smile, and he's just so super happy he got over his nerves.

“thank you Suna. I think you look amazing in your yukata” you say softly, as you run your fingers along the hem of it, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

The fireworks are just streaking bursts of colour across the sky, and you're looking into each others' eyes with so much adoration.

“just now's kiss was too short” you murmur softly as you capture him in a passionate kiss.

It gets really late, and you guys go home. He makes sure you're walking back with your friends before heading home himself.

Calls you after he reaches home and tells you he had an amazing night.

He definitely looks over all the pictures he took of you and makes one of them his lockscreen

Kuroo

I actually mean this if I could date any of the hq boys I would date Kuroo. He's such a sweetheart and I adore him to bits and pieces.

So Kuroo asks you to the festival with a bet. He's like “if Nekoma wins this match, you'll go on a date with me to the festival, kitten.”

And he has the hottest smirk on his face. Like stfu and leave some pretty for other men >:(

You're so flustered but you eventually agree.

No surprise that Nekoma wins both sets and it's mainly because Kuroo didn't let a single ball go past him, he was literally on fire.

So he's smiling and tells you he'll pick you up at 8.00.

I'm pretty sure Kuroo is a total gentlemen, so he meets your parents they totally love him and he's just waiting for you to come down when he sees how lovely you look in a kimono, and he's the literal embodiment of the 😍 emoji.

Like he can't tear his eyes off of you and you're getting so flustered, so you just drag him out of the house and to the festival.

“Such a dom, aren't you kitten?”

When you're at the festival he tries playing a game. He wants to win you something, so he's pretty serious and focused.

He ends up winning and he's all like “so I got reward for you. Do I get a reward from you?” and he's just lowering his face to meet yours.

So you grudgingly kiss his cheek but you definitely loved it, ok?

He definitely buys food and will not eat any of it unless you feed him.

Feeds you too, and takes cute selfies to post on his Instagram.

You guys end up taking a lot of selfies together and trying out all the cute filters. Kuroo's favourite picture is one of you looking at him whilst talking to him, your eyes super bright, and he's just smiling for the camera, but his eyes are on you.

Makes it his phone wallpaper on the spot, to your delight.

Informs you of a fireworks show happening in a little while, and settles down to find an empty place to enjoy it.

Wraps as arm around you because it's apparently "cold" and "your kimono won't keep you warm like his arms will"

You complain but secretly love it.

He then goes full-on nerd more and explains the science behind fireworks, whilst the colours are filling the night sky.

But he soon goes quiet after seeing the colours reflected in your eyes. He's so shy, and he literally can't help himself, he kisses your lips softly.

You guys totally smile into the kiss ugh this is so cute.

Takes you home responsibly and thanks you and your parents before leaving.

Sends you a thank you text before falling asleep, dubbing the night he saw you in a kimono "the best night of his life, to date"

I'm gonna cry Kuroo is so important to me, I love him so much.

Sakusa

Okay in my opinion, you'll have to be the one asking Sakusa out. He'll be super moody about it, but internally, he's dying to go.

You arrive at his doorstep to pick him up and he's just blushing at how cute you look in the kimono.

Like wow aight thank God I'm wearing a mask because this blush is fresh as heck +_+

Silently passes you a tube of hand sanitizer and you're so confused.

“if you put this on, we'll be able to hold hands.”

You're close to dying, no one has ever been able to touch Sakusa's hands, or hand sanitizer before. So you eagerly put it on, and intertwine your soft hands with his.

He's just so touch starved, so he holds your hand tighter as you guys make your way to the festival.

Sakusa hates it there. He waits for you to buy food before finding a secluded area to get away from the crowds.

You're also kinda glad you'll get to spend some time alone with him, so you aren't complaining.

You guys talk about lots of things, you definitely being the more flirty one in the conversation.

You suddenly muster up the guys to tug his mask down softly, seeing his pink cheeks and soft smile.

“can I kiss you?” you ask gently, eyes fixated on his lips.

“yes” he breathlessly replies, as your lips make your way to his, the sky is lit with fireworks, but the two of you hardly notice.

Your hand is tangled in his soft curly hair, and you're both blushing messes.

He walks you back, this time, and thanks you for spending a wonderful night out with him.

Low-key feels bad that you didn't get to enjoy the festival properly, so he tries to make it up to you by buying you lunch the next day. Very wholesome 10/10

[Ari's note: AHHHHH This was such a whirlwind to write it actually took me so long so I hope you enjoy this <3]

Taglist: @k-sakusa-old

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Comfort in My Shadow

Chapter 3: You Oughta Know

By @iwritedumbshit for @iron-mum

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Summary: Soulmates are definite in the universe. Nobody knows exactly why they exist, or what dictates who is bonded to who, the only thing known is that they are never wrong. But Peter’s not so sure about that.

Living at the group home had taught Peter a lot about laying low and how to stay alive when nobody cares. But he’d always clung to the hope of the shadow at his feet reflecting his soulmate that had watched over him for years.

Typical that his soulmate is actually a superhero that Peter is convinced shouldn’t want anything to do with him. Maybe, just this once, the Universe was wrong.

But Tony Stark is desperate to prove that it is right.

Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8

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Tony dropped down onto the grass near an empty playground just by the water, laying Spidey on the ground gently before breaking his way out of the suit. The mechanic kneeled beside the teenager, grabbing his wrist and tearing the webshooter off of it. He pressed two fingers against the boy's wrist, sighing in relief when he could make out a surprisingly strong pulse. The relief only lasted for a moment before he moved onto the fact that the kid still wasn't moving.

Hesitating for only a moment, he reached for the mask.

A hand shot up just as his fingers brushed against the fabric, slapping his own hand away sloppily. Tony didn't mind, only letting out a sigh and sinking back onto his knees in relief as Spidey sat up, coughing so hard his whole body shook. The kid tore his mask up to his nose to throw up mouthfuls of murky water before settling back onto his elbows and pulling the mask back down harshly. Tony resisted the urge to pat the kid on his back, instead keeping his hands wrung and watching the vigilante sharply.

He coughed, "Uh, hey, Mr. Stark."

"Hey, kid." Tony offered him a smile. "Jeez, I leave you alone for one day and you almost drown. I think you're more danger prone than me, if that's possible."

"Yeah, you'd be surprised," Spidey said, sitting up farther before freezing and turning to regard Tony suspiciously. "How did you find me? Did you put a tracker on me or something?"

"No. No, kid, I didn't, I promise. My AI's been keeping an eye out for you, and she seemed to think you were in trouble."

"You're spying on me?"

"No, not--I'm not spying on you, kid," Tony rushed to assure. He paused and then conceded with the decency to shrug in embarrassment. "Okay, sorta maybe. Yeah. I'm kinda spying on you, but I also just saved your life, so."

"I had it," Spidey muttered, but it was ruined by another cough. Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "I did! At least, until that vulture guy showed up."

"Vulture guy?"

In a flurry of words, Spider-Man explained, and Tony was happy to listen. He was happy to hear anything the kid was willing to say to him, even if it began with him stalking out a weapons deal and ended with a man with metal wings grabbing him out of the air.

"--and then he just, he just, like, swooped down like a monster and he picked me up and, uh, he took me up, like, a thousand feet and just dropped me!"

Tony shook his head, wishing desperately he could see beyond the suit at any injuries the kid may have as he reattached his webshooter. He did seem okay though, if a little thin, if the way the soaked suit practically hung off of him was anything to go by.

"What were you thinking?" Tony asked, unable to keep the scornful fear from his voice.

"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons that I've been seeing. I gotta take him down!"

"Take him down now, huh? Steady, Crockett, there are people who handle this sort of thing."

"The Avengers?"

"No. No, no. This is a little below their pay grade," Tony explained. Spidey's eyes narrowed at him. "Look, forget the flying vulture guy, please."

"What? No! He's putting weapons out on the street, my street, I've gotta keep looking for him."

Tony pursed his lip, resisting the urge to argue further and wrap this kid up in bubble wrap. He relented, for the time being. "Fine. I won't stop you."

"Not like you could anyway."

"You're meaner than I remember."

"Yeah, well, get used to it I guess."

"Does that mean I get to hang out with my soulmate from now on? Possibly know their name?"

Spidey froze, staring past Tony in a tired manner. He slumped down onto the grass dramatically. "What time is it?"

"You're not gonna run out on me or anything are you? Or if you do, can you at least leave something behind for me? Like, a boot maybe?"

"Are you calling me Cinderella?"

"Sure. Cinder-kid. Cinder-whatever-your-name-is."

Spider-Man turned his head to glare at his persistent fishing. "I'm surprised you don't already know."

"I've got a list. Twenty-eight kids so far."

"I'm not a kid," he mumbled. Tony smirked.

"Nice try. I know your birthday." Spider-Man groaned. "Still no name?"

A moment. "Ben."

"There's no Ben on the list," Tony answered immediately.

"What, you just have that memorized?" When Tony didn't answer, save for the raise of an eyebrow, the kid groaned again. "If I tell you my name will you please tell me the time?"

Tony checked his watch. "8:17."

A very long, very tense moment before finally, "Peter."

"There's no Peter on the list either."

"Then your list sucks." Tony stared at him. "I'm not lying, you just need to be better at being a detective."

After a moment, Tony accepted it, though he didn't completely believe it. "Fine. Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tony."

"Yeah, I knew that."

"Are you always this mean or are you just in a bad mood?"

Peter ducked his head guiltily. "Sorry. Just kinda hungry. I didn't--uh, I didn't eat dinner. Yet."

"I can fix that," Tony said, holding out a hand. Peter stared at it for a moment before hesitantly taking it and allowing for Tony to pull him up. Both of them glanced at where their shadows switched. Peter tensed before tearing his hand away and shoving it in his pocket. Tony tried to not let his hurt show.

Peter let out a groan of annoyance, distracting Tony from where he'd been staring at the switched shadows to look at the kid, who had pulled out a phone as wet as it was cracked. The billionaire grimaced just looking at it.

"Yikes. If you need to call your parents, I have my phone with me."

Spidey winced. "No, uh, it's fine. Just, ah, I left my friend at a party, he's probably wondering where I'm at."

"Okay. If you're sure," Tony said. Peter nodded. "So, dinner?"

"I'm okay, Mr. Stark. I've got to get back to the party. My friend's mom is picking us up in an hour."

"Then, can we talk?" Peter dug his boot into the ground in such a childish manner it physically hurt. He clearly didn't want to talk, but that didn't stop Tony. "Here and now would be preferable."

"About what?" the kid rasped.

"A few things. The fact that we're soulmates, why you got involved in this, why you run around as a vigilante in the first place--"

"--I literally told you last night--"

"--and why you ran away yesterday," Tony finished, ignoring him.

"I have a curfew."

"What's your curfew?"

"Ten," Spidey muttered.

"So you were already late. If you'd waited a little bit longer I probably could've explained to your parents why you were late."

Spidey's head shot up, eyes narrowing. "That I was out being a vigilante?"

"That you were meeting your soulmate."

"Oh. That." The boot scuffed against the ground again, and Tony tried not to let his sullen voice get to him. "I don't think he would've cared."

That sounded horribly wrong to Tony's ears. He asked incredulously, "Your dad wouldn't have cared that you met your soulmate?"

"He's not my dad."

Oh.

"Who do you live with then?"

"Group home," Peter answered with a shrug. "Our curfew has no exceptions, so."

Tony hesitated. "Peter, can you take off your mask?"

"Why?"

"I mean, why not? I already know your name and birthday. I can find you pretty easily."

"I'm okay, Mr. Stark. I'm good. Besides, I should be getting back to my friend, so."

Peter moved to walk away, but Tony grabbed his arm hastily, desperate for this not to be how his first real meeting with his soulmate to go. Peter flinched immediately, and the mechanic let go as the kid stumbled back. That horrible suspicion in his chest only grew.

"Sorry," Tony apologized as Peter continued to stare at him. This wasn't going how he had envisioned at all. Soulmate meetings were usually thought of with an air of overwhelming happiness, maybe a few shed tears and a lot of hugs. But all Tony had was a first name, a smattering of depressing facts, and the knowledge that this kid didn't want anything to do with him. "Not an Iron Man fan, huh?"

Peter shrugged, but Tony noted it as a small victory that the tension leaked out of his small frame. "Thor's actually my favorite, so."

"Well, as long as it isn't Mr. America, then I'm good." There was an awkward silence only broken by the mechanical whir of Spidey's goggles as he glanced to the side, clearly searching for an escape. Tony bit down a sigh. "Go back to your party, kid. I'll see you around?"

"Sure. See you around, Mr. Stark."

Well, he didn't sound completely miserable about it, so Tony counted it as a win. He watched as the kid swung off of the trees back towards the neighborhood, a hint of hope warring with his hurt. Only once the hood slipped off of his shadow did the mechanic start moving again, stepping into the suit, which lit up as he fired into the sky.

"Okay, Fri. Find me a kid named Peter born on August tenth, 2001 with all the earlier guidelines."

"There isn't one, sir."

Tony thought for a moment. "Oh! Remove siblings as a statistic, look for one in a group home instead."

"One match."

"Save it to the file. I'll check it out when I get home."

 ---

  Toomes stared at the retreating figure of the Iron Man suit, his mask highlighting the flying hunk of metal before he turned away to stare at the playground where he and Spider-Man had been talking. Peter, apparently. Stark's soulmate.

He'd have to be careful, very careful, about how he played this.

Adrian had been set on flying away immediately after dropping the vigilante so that he could chew out Brice for being so reckless, but the sight of the Iron Man suit dipping under the water had stopped him. What the hell was the billionaire doing near his house? It had made him wary enough for him to dive down and perch a football field's length away, allowing for his helmet to pick up on the two's conversation.

That decision had probably been one of the best ones of his entire life. The kid was clearly very insistent to go after him and his business, while Stark not so much, but that didn't stop the fact that Peter was clearly desperate to take him down and had Iron Man even more clearly wrapped around his little finger. That was dangerous, and it was bad for business.

After checking once more that Iron Man was no longer nearby, he shot back up into the air towards his warehouse as he made a note to put Mason u[ to finding out who this Peter-kid was and he searched through multiple names in his personnel, looking for the best to keep an eye on the kid. No one was going to mess with his business. With his family.

  ---

"Alright," Tony said as he entered the lab through the window, stepping out from his suit and back over to his desk. He grimaced at where the web fluid had exploded over the desk while he'd been gone. Hopefully that would fizzle out in an hour or two. "What have you got for me, Fri?"

A screen popped up immediately, and Tony was shown his first true glimpse of his soulmate's face. His heart tugged both at the adorableness of the kid pictured in front of him and the fact that he was seeing the kid for the first time through a screen. He shook it aside, taking in the kid in front of him.

Peter.

The yearbook photo left the smile hilariously forced but no less adorable, especially with the way the kid's eyes read embarrassment and boredom in only a way a teen's could. His hair was tamed down generously for picture day, but a few stray curls forced their way loose. Somehow, he was exactly what Tony had imagined.

"Okay. Full life synopsis. Let's go," he ordered the AI.

"Peter Benjamin Parker was born on August tenth, 2001, to Mary and Richard Parker, both head researchers at Oscorp before their deaths in 2006 in a plane crash. Guardianship was transferred to Richard's brother and sister-in-law, Ben and May Parker. They were killed during a mugging six months ago."

"Yikes, kid. Not a super easy time for you, huh?" Tony glanced at the picture of the kid again. "Where does he live now?"

"At the Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys under the guardianship of Andrew Fowler."

"Pull up his file. Any records of abuse or illegal activities?"

"Fowler has two DUI's from when he was nineteen and twenty-three, but nothing else. Nothing unusual about him, boss."

Tony hummed, crossing his arms and pursing his lips. After all of Peter's little flinches and shakes, he was still skeptical, but with nothing to prove, he left it alone. For now.

"Mr. Parker does, however, have a record."

His head turned. "He does?"

"He does." Multiple files were shoved in his face. "Nothing serious, sir, but he has multiple accounts of sneaking out and degenerate behavior. Smoking, loitering, and two misdemeanors."

Tony hesitated for a moment, but shrugged it off. He was a kid who'd had a rough life, and, really, Tony had done some similar shit when he was the kid's age, and the sneaking out could be easily waved off by Peter's vigilante actions. He moved on.

"How's the suit coming along?"

"Trials are finished and ready for 3D printing. All that's left is the fluid, boss."

Tony glanced at the table still completely covered with the white formula. He grimaced. "We'll deal with that later. Go ahead and print the suit, and I'm gonna need a couple of things before we completely shut down for the night."

  ---

I, Peter thought, am an idiot.

After returning to the party, he had changed back into his regular clothes and managed to draw Ned out from the crowd, who had been more than a little confused at his dripping wet hair and slightly bruised face.

"Dude," Ned had asked. "What the hell happened? What happened to the plan?"

"Sorry," Peter had muttered. "There was some weapons dealers. They got the drop on me and dropped me in the lake. And, uh, I met Mr. Stark again."

Ned had gasped. "Really!? Oh, my gosh, is he here? Can I meet him?"

"No, he left, Ned. He saved me actually."

"This is the coolest! You're superhero buddies!" He'd gasped again. "Oh, my God! Are you Iron Man's sidekick?"

"What? No, Ned. I'm not his sidekick." I'm his soulmate, which was honestly worse. Peter would be a better sidekick than a soulmate. "It was probably just, like, a favor thing since I saved him yesterday."

"Super. Hero. Buddies."

There hadn't been any arguing with Ned, he'd been too excited. But, thankfully, the arrival of Iron Man had distracted his friend from going back to the party and they'd called his mom so they could leave early. Not ready to take anymore chances that night, he'd asked Mrs. Leeds to drop him off right at the group home. Mr. Fowler hadn't been there when Peter had tiptoed through the door, so he'd just slipped up the stairs and taken a hot shower, not even bothering to try and take something from the kitchen. He didn't have the heart for another strike.

His spider sense had been going off the entire time, just like it had when he'd been talking with Mr. Stark. It had prevented him from falling asleep that night, thankfully it had been a Friday. But the fact that his senses wouldn't calm down, even now on Saturday morning, was more than a little concerning. Was he dying? Maybe it was the lack of food? Or were his senses trying to warn him about Mr. Stark?

That was the worst thought of all, but it'd popped into his mind whenever he'd caught sight of his shadow while he was eating breakfast the next morning. Everyone in the group home was at the table to watch his nervous jitters as he tried not to look too starved while eating his cereal. Tim and Eric had glanced at him a lot, clearly desperate for him to play some games with them today. The other two younger boys, Aaron and Juan, were much more calm, staring down at the table in an attempt to not draw attention to themselves. Though Jeremiah was winning that competition.

Mr. Fowler sat at the head of the table, a plate of eggs and bacon sitting idly in front of him as he rifled through the mail with annoyed mutters. The man had a lot of junk mail--seriously, he had more magazine subscriptions than Peter could count--so the boys could usually tell when he finally stumbled across something he liked in the mail. His muttering would pause, the rifling would stop, and he would hum in approval before setting the piece of paper aside. This morning, he found something he clearly didn't care for.

Mr. Fowler's muttering paused, the rifling stopped, and Peter waited for the quiet hum, but instead there was a displeased grunt. Heads turned as the junk mail smacked onto the table and a vanilla letter stood out in Mr. Fowler's hands with large letters scrolled on the front of it. Peter's name sat scrawled on the corner.

"Who the heck is 'TS?'" Mr. Fowler asked, glancing at the letter again. "With no return address?"

Peter panicked, almost choking on his off-brand Cheerios as he searched for an excuse that wasn't as flimsy as a feather.

"It's, uh, a pen pal. Thing."

Sure. Not flimsy at all, Parker.

"A pen pal?"

Peter nodded. "Yep. Um, through--through school. It's new. And we deliver them, by ah, ourselves. I delivered mine yesterday, so, no return address?"

"Fun... What's their name?"

He took another bite of his food to stall, mumbling through the soggy cereal, "Tony."

"Tony...?"

"Smart." Mr. Fowler glanced at him. Idiot, idiot, idiot. "Yeah. Tony Smart. He goes to Bronx... Anyway can I have that letter please?"

With a grumble, Mr. Fowler tossed the letter on the table in front of Peter. He quickly pocketed it, finishing his cereal as fast as humanly possible and placing it in the dishwasher. He passed by the table, promising to help the other kids with their dishes and their homework, before walking out the door and sitting on the steps outside the small and rundown building, ignoring the way his senses were still going off.

Peter muttered confusions under his breath as he pulled the surprisingly thick letter out of his hoodie, turning it over in his hands once before finally ripping it open. There were four things inside. He grabbed the letter first, unfolding it to read the loose lettering scrawled inside.

  Dear, Mr. Parker,

Letters aren't really my thing. I'm more of a talker, as you may have realized last night, so I've left a new Starkphone in the envelope to replace the one you broke last night. For talking. And whatever the hell teenagers do with phones too.

  Peter blinked, narrowing his eyes and his chin dropping as he fished the phone out of the envelope. It was horribly expensive under his fingers and he immediately flushed as he thought about how much it must cost. He didn't think it was even on the market yet. He shook his head and blinked furiously, returning to the letter.

  I've also included a Stark Industries badge that will get you into the tower for the next week or so until we move to the compound. You'll receive a new one once badges are printed for the Avengers Compound. My forehead of security will be very excited to be on the job. There's also a credit card connected to my account if you're ever in trouble or in the mood for something to eat. Of course, I don't know what your schedule is, but call me whenever, and you're always welcome in Casa de Stark.

-TS

P.S. Stop by the tower if you can today. I've got a surprise I think you'll like.

  Go to the tower? Peter glanced around the street nervously. He guessed it couldn't hurt, as long as he got all his Saturday chores done first.

After a moment of hesitation, the teenager folded up the letter, stuffing it in his pocket before turning back to the rest of the contents in the envelope. Like Mr. Stark had said, there was a Stark Industries badge, with his embarrassing yearbook photo and his name printed in bold letters, and an ebony credit card that practically gleamed even in the weak light of the gray day.

"The hell..." he muttered, staring at it. He didn't even want to begin thinking about how much stuff he could buy with this thing. The thought made him nauseous, and he moved to stuff it in his pocket as well, when he paused. His pocket was a horrible place to put this thing. He didn't plan on using it, but he'd have an actual stroke if he managed to lose it, or worse, if someone stole it. Mr. Stark already didn't seem overwhelmingly thrilled to have a snotty kid as his soulmate, no need to disappoint him further.

Peter went back inside, placing the card in his thin leather wallet that he kept in his bag, clipping his badge to the backpack, and then stuffing the letter underneath his mattress. Before he went to move back downstairs, his stomach rumbled and his eyes strayed back to the card. Mr. Stark had said he could use it whenever...and it wasn't like snacks were going to drain his account or anything. He bit his lip, forcing himself to turn back around and down the stairs. He wasn't a charity case, and he wasn't going to just abuse Mr. Stark's money like that.

The teenager shook his head as he hurried back to the common floor to begin cleaning up the kitchen as he tried not to think about how hungry he was going to be tonight. Only breakfast was allowed when grounded at Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys, so tonight was going to be so much worse without a school provided lunch. And falling asleep last night had been almost impossible thanks to the gnawing pain in the pit of his stomach. Whatever. He'd figure it out somehow.

Cleaning the kitchen didn't take very long, both him and Jeremiah burning through the dishes and putting away food in less than ten minutes while the younger kids sat silently at the table, trepidatious noses stuck in books, though they'd been allowed a moment of calm reprieve when Mr. Fowler had stumbled upstairs for a few minutes before plopping back downstairs into his usual seat. Once the two were done, Jeremiah went to take out the trash while Peter stepped over to Mr. Fowler, who was just finishing scribbling on a thin piece of paper.

"I expect the receipt as usual, Parker. Not a penny missing." The man thrust the list in his hand along with a wad of tightly wrapped cash that Peter accepted more than a little nervously. Mr. Fowler was very particular about his money. "And don't forget to check the eggs to make sure they're not broken."

"Yes, sir," Peter nodded.

"And take the others with you. I need a few hours of peace."

"Yes, sir," he said again.

He motioned for the children to grab their bags from the hooks by the door while Peter dashed up the stairs and back down again with his own. He never left home without it, and the kids needed something to hold their stuff. Not that he would mind carrying a couple of books, but they had to carry all the groceries back, so the more free hands the better.

The ragtag group bounced onto the cracked sidewalk, the kids waving goodbyes to Jeremiah as they headed off towards the nearest grocery story. There was some excited babble as they all crowded around Peter, words tumbling from prepubescent lips as they all finally got their chance to inform Peter of their very eventful week. Mr. Fowler was never very excited to have the kids talking all at once. It disturbed his constant hangovers.

"One at a time, one at a time," Peter said with a reluctant smile. The chatter died down. "Youngest first."

Eric grabbed Peter's hand in response, the nine year-old babbling away about something new he'd learned in class and something funny his friend had said on Monday that he'd been waiting all week to tell Peter. Next was Juan, who had similar tellings, but the teenager responded just enthusiastically as he did Eric until they went all the way through the stories and ended up at the cheap grocery store.

Peter stopped them before going inside. "Rules?"

"Don't touch anything," all four chorused, continuing down the list. 1. Don't touch anything. 2. Stay by Peter. And 3. Hold your buddy's hand the whole time. Once they'd repeated them all, Peter nodded and led them inside.

The teenager tried his best to get everything on Mr. Fowler's list quickly, but refused to not double check for the cheaper brands that Mr. Fowler was always so insistent he buy. It irked Peter off, especially since grocery money came from the state and not the man, but there wasn't anything Peter could do without getting another strike, so he grabbed the blandest cheerios and the most unhealthy oatmeal and placed them in the basket in annoyance, doing his best to avoid any aisle with some kind of bright sugar. He still caught the other kids looking at cookies and cartons of ice cream longingly though.

Finally, after an agonizingly long time, they were all checked out and laden with groceries as they headed down the sidewalk back to the group home. There was more chatter from the kids as they pointed at fluttering pigeons and scurrying rats. There was even a parrot at one point that Peter was sure someone was looking for. He'd check around online later and see if he could give someone a tip about the scarlet bird that's shit narrowly missed Eric.

All was going well until the chime of an ice cream truck began down the small neighborhood street. Feet stopped and heads turned as the bright pink vehicle stopped in front of a group of clamoring kids. Peter could practically feel their want for something other than the same breakfast and dinner they got every day. Their most interesting meal was usually their school lunches, which was honestly more pitiful than anything the teenager could ever dream of.

Peter bit his lip as he stared at the ice cream truck and then sighed, setting down his groceries and opening the pocket of his backpack where he'd placed his wallet earlier. The wallet that now had a shiny black card connected directly to a billionaire that could give these kids a fun morning for once.

The wallet that was nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck," Peter muttered.

Eric gasped, pointing at Peter who was now practically tearing apart his backpack looking for the thing, panic rising in his chest. "Peter said a bad word!"

"Shit," Juan said in response. There were some giggles from the older kids but Eric gasped again. Peter ignored them, strangling in a reluctant breath as his hands finally stilled after coming away with nothing.

How the hell had he lost it? He'd had it for barely an hour! Think, Parker, think. It had been in his bag, he knew that. He'd put it in the second lowest pocket of his backpack, which he'd left upstairs. All the boys had been at the table, and Jeremiah had been cleaning the kitchen with him the entire time. Had someone stolen it at the store? It was possible but unlikely, what with his spider sense and the fact that four kids who'd grown up in New York's foster system paying constant attention to him. So how could it have--

Peter paused, bringing his hands up to cover the bottom half of his face as he clenched his teeth harder than he remembered having ever done before. Mr. Fowler had gone upstairs. And Peter's story had been complete bullshit. He must have found his wallet and taken it upon seeing the shiny black card just perfectly poised for the taking.

His legs stiff with terror, Peter stuffed everything he'd taken out of his bag back into it haphazardly, zipping it shut so harshly the tab ripped completely off. He grunted, throwing the piece of plastic to the ground and clutching his groceries back in his hands before stomping off. The kids stumbled after him once they'd realized he'd begun to move.

"Peter!! Wait up!" Tim called.

Peter forced himself to pause for them, but continued on the moment they were caught up to him. He tried to calm himself, but he couldn't stop the way his face contorted and he seethed in fury. He didn't give two flying shits about the crumpled bills in his wallet the man had taken, or the few personal items he'd kept in the wallet from his late uncle, but he was horribly angry that the man had taken something that was barely even Peter's.

There was no way in hell the teenager was going to explain to Mr. Stark that the card had been stolen from him not even a day after he'd gotten it. There was no way in hell was Peter going to explain that he, an enhanced that had just touted last night that he could take on the flying vulture guy, that he couldn't stand up to his foster father. Mr. Stark dealt with aliens. Peter could deal with Mr. Fowler.

His steps faltered.

He could. He could do it.

As he later found out, he couldn't.

  ---

Peter crept up the stairs of the Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys, having already set all the groceries he'd had on the kitchen counter for the other kids to put away. He tried to keep the shaking from his fear, unsure if it stemmed from fear or anger, but he was largely unsuccessful as he stalked past the kids' rooms and approached the one at the end of the hall.

As far as Peter knew, no one had gone into Mr. Fowler's room before. There usually wasn't a point. The man kept such meticulous track of his belongings that it was impossible to take something without him noticing sooner or later, and, not only that, but Peter was used to the click of a lock sliding shut whenever the man left his room unattended or went to sleep for the night. It left the teenager facing the unknown as he finally stepped in front of the door that was, in that moment, bigger than anything he'd ever seen.

He took in a shaky breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. The ringing of fear trembling up and down his entire self told him so.

But the anger wasn't completely overridden by the fear, and Peter was full of bad ideas anyway, so he raised a fist and knocked rapidly. There was no response, so Peter knocked again, just as forceful as last time but now more hesitant.

With a horrifying shiver down his spine, the door swung open. Peter swallowed but refused to take the step back that he desperately wanted to as Mr. Fowler towered over him. The smell of alcohol wasn't any kind of freshly strong like it had been a couple of nights ago, which was the only thing reassuring about the moment.

"What do you want?" Mr. Fowler demanded.

"My wallet." He willed his voice not to break.

Mr. Fowler's eyes narrowed as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What?"

"My wallet. You took it and I want it back."

"It's my house, so it's my wallet."

"No it's not! It was my uncle's!" he protested.

"Oh, and was this your uncle's too?" The shiny black card was pulled out his pocket as Mr. Fowler flashed him a toothy grin. Peter's hands twitched with the need to reach out for it, but he kept his fists balled at his side. "Lying to your foster father now, huh? That was a nice little letter under your bed, too. New sugar daddy or something?"

Peter blanched, but then his face turned ghostly white. His voice was a horrified whisper. "You took my letter?"

"Under your bed? Really? You didn't even try, son!" Mr. Fowler taunted, pulling out a piece of crumpled paper and forcing it into Peter's hands. He tore it open, but the paper was so wrinkled he could barely read it anymore. "So, Tony Stark? I don't know if you sucked his dick or something, but I'm sure this card has plenty for me to use if it's connected to his account."

"What? No! That doesn't belong--"

He was cut off by a hand tugging a fistful of his hair. Peter winced but refused to let out a yelped cry even as he was dragged into Mr. Fowler's room. It wasn't much, he realized as he peered through squinted eyes at the bedroom. It was somehow grimy and tidy at the same time, with dust and dirt covering just about every corner, but his belongings were neatly lined and organized on the desk and bedside table. The only other thing that screamed about Mr. Fowler's uncleanliness was the bottles littering the floor that Peter had to fight not to trip over, made only harder as the fist let go of his hair and slapped him into the nearest wall.

"Now listen here, you little shit," Mr. Fowler started, cornering the scrambling teenager as his voice boomed so loud that surely all the kids downstairs could hear him. "I clothe you and house you and feed you, and I will not tolerate your levels of disrespect when you do nothing but run around like the little ungrateful shit you are! Anything you earn while under my roof belongs to me!"

"No it doesn't!" Peter found the courage to shout back. Mr. Fowler blinked in scowled surprise. "And you barely do any of that shit! I had these clothes before I got here, and you barely feed me! You barely feed any of the kids down there!! What the hell is wrong--"

His face stung with the slap that met it.

He grit his teeth, blinking away angry tears. It didn't hurt, it didn't hurt. He was Spider-Man. Being dropped into a lake had hurt, this was nothing. He couldn't really be hurt while he had these powers. He couldn't.

"SHUT UP!!!"

Peter cowered.

"You know nothing about what you're talking about, son," Mr. Fowler breathed, stalking forward until his face was only inches from Peter's and there was nowhere left to run. He scrunched his nose and screwed up his eyes, holding his breath against the man's stale breath as he turned his face away to stare past the man's shoulder. "Whatever you think, this is my house, and I took you in after your last foster parent got sick of your teenage horseshit. Sneaking out wasn't tolerated there, just as much as disrespect isn't tolerated here. So I think that's another strike, don't you? Or a good enough recommendation could get you to a juvenile detention center instead."

"No, please--"

The hand was in his hair again, tearing him forward with a pained wince and forcing him through the door. When Peter smacked up against the wall, he realized it wasn't the door to the hallway.

Scrambling, he swung around just in time to see the door slam shut and then click with the eerie noise of a lock, leaving Peter in the dark closet that was full of nothing but the stench of dirty clothes piled around his feet and the clinking of dusty bottles. He swallowed, wishing desperately he didn't make such stupid decisions, that he'd just kept his head down and forgotten about it and--

"Stay nice and quiet, and you'll be let out soon," Mr. Fowler called before the sound of the door clicked shut and the groaning of wood told him that the man was walking away.

And Peter was horribly alone.

 ---

  Tony glanced between the metal case sat on the table and the window displaying the New York night sky one last time before sighing and stepping off of the stool, Peter's shadow following him. He hadn't been Spider-Man all day, so Tony had no idea what could be holding him up. The kid hadn't texted at all either, though he was sure he'd at least set up the phone already.

Nervously, the billionaire tapped his fingers on the table, one of the last pieces of furniture that had yet to be packed on his floor. He'd delivered the letter himself, clearly addressed it to the kid and everything, but maybe he hadn't gotten it? Maybe it had been a little sketchy for a kid to get a letter with just initials on it and no return address. But he couldn't have gotten in trouble for anything like that, right? And Peter's foster father didn't have anything bad surrounding his name...

With a tired sigh, he asked his AI, "Anything?"

"Mr. Parker has still not entered the building."

"A few blocks out?"

"He does not appear on any security cameras." A moment. "It is past ten, sir. I do not think he is going to come."

"Keep an eye out for him, just in case." He continued to tap the table with a thoughtful hum. Just to double check. "Has the phone been activated?"

"Yes, sir. It started up this morning."

Okay, good, so he had gotten the letter.

"And the card?" he asked. His AI paused, and something hard settled in his stomach. "The card, Friday?"

"It has been in use multiple times since this morning." Tony blinked. That was something of a surprise, but he couldn't say he was disappointed. The kid looked like he could use a good meal or two. He took his jacket off, moving towards his bedroom.

"Great. Glad it's being put to use."

"Three hundred dollars have been spent on alcoholic beverages."

Tony froze where he stood, suspended in a feeling he couldn't even describe. Disappointment? Terror? Hurt? He stared down at the curly-haired shadow, eyes narrowing as he gaped at it. He hadn't exactly pegged the kid as someone who would buy boatloads of drinks, and he didn't even know if a fake ID would work for the kid. He looked all of twelve.

"Cut off the card until the next time I talk to him."

"Yes, sir."

"And track his phone. Where the hell is he right now?"

"His phone's location relays that he is in his foster home."

And that was that he supposed. The kid couldn't buy anymore alcohol and there wasn't anything Tony could do without talking to him directly.

Tony stepped into his bedroom, slipped into some old pajamas, and flopped onto bed with a twist in his gut. Something just felt wrong, and it was more than the kid buying alcohol that likely would barely affect him anyway.

His mind racing, Tony turned restlessly under the covers as the lights shut off around him. Peter's shadow disappeared, the room going with it, and when Tony blinked again, he found himself in complete darkness only broken by the shifting of clothes, the clink of bottles, and the sniffles of someone coming off of a breakdown.

He blinked back awake, sitting up and reaching for his phone. He scrolled through it until he found Peter's number and hit call. It rang. And rang. And rang.

"Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Peter Parker! I'm busy right now, I guess, so call me later, and yeah! Have a good day! Oh! And leave your message after the beep! BEEEP!!"

Tony didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8

[eu1a1awrence]

Release the Harpocrates!George analysis??

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OOOOOH ANON U HAVE UNLEASHED THE FLOOD GATES YES. YES I SHALL.

im kinda copy-pasting this from google docs so sorry if any formatting fucks up, and its incredibly selfserving and specific in an attempt to find any and all possible links (do i really believe that they investigated this hard into the mythology? no. would this still be cool as shit? yes!)

so anyway disclaimer i am no mythology historian so if any of this is wrong uh...... artistic license.?. also its kinda long. sorry in advance lmao

okay so harpocrates is a greek interpretation of horus (the ancient egyptian god of the sun). hes the greek god of silence/secrets, but the greeks sorta misinterpreted the egyptian symbol for child (because horus was often depicted as a child/child god) as a symbol for silence, and i kind of relate this to fanon mis/interpretations of georges character being naive (''Naive and weak, George usually doesn't know what to do'' via dsmp wiki.) when he's just as much a seasoned warrior as the others, he just doesnt get involved with it much.

additional meanings/symbols of harpocrates is that he was ‘the distant one’ or ‘the one who is above’, which i think relates directly to georges apathy (regardless of its fanon or canon misinterpretations). also possibly something about his developing relationship with dreamxd & his developing lore to being /more than/ human so to say.

so if we accept that george really IS harpocrates, there are several links - and here is where it becomes distinctly intricate in an attempt to find as many similarities as possible, and youll have to forgive me for it - one may draw between harpocrates, george, and their symbolism.

like that Horus is the form of the first sun, and george is one of the founding members of DSMP.

harpocrates is commonly represented by a sheaf of corn. George was desperate to get back to his wheat farming during the loreman streams

bad told george in those streams to 'ask the sky' if he should take bad's items' when dreamxd killed him. horus>sun god>the sun & moon are commonly referred to as his eyes. this could also be some sort of hint to dreamxd being an omniscient sort of being tho. or both. who knows

Harpocrates (at least, his egyptian form as the young horus) was often depicted on a lotus flower. Lotus flower symbolism seems incredibly relevant to DSMP. they symbolise purity (innocence, childishness, naivety; bad referred to his items as ‘infected’, and george has never been to visit the egg - perhaps he’s pure of it?), enlightenment (there is a lot of emphasis and continued references to knowledge, curiosity, and ‘knowing the truth’. Karl, dream, quackity, and fundy seem to currently be the main purveyors of this and ¾ of them have relations to george), self regeneration and rebirth (resurrection book).

like idk maybe its a huge reach (probably is tbh) but theres a lot of underlying symbolism???

lotus flowers are also used as symbols of the union of higher/lower egypt and the union of two kingdoms, which makes me think of, like, the inbetween and the other-side, or life/death, and sleep/awake, greater dsmp/lmanberg, i could probably go on.

in egyptian mythology, young horus’s parents were osiris (the god of the underworld/death) and isis (goddess of death/magic/healing). There are a few moments where george tries to make amends/healings (like telling dreamxd to apologise after being excessively violent, ‘we’ll make amends’ in his lorestream). also (this part is bullshit and selfserving because i just think its cool) but wilbur playing loreman, being georges dad, and wilburs canonical character being an omen of death and destruction and the fact that (young) horus’s father was osiris.

the fact that egyptian pharoahs were seen as reincarnations of horus to the king george arc but maybe this is pushing it a bit (as if the rest of it hasnt been)

SO. horus is commonly depicted with a falcon or a sparrowhawk head. falcons symbolise freedom and victory, and were also often related to war gods in egypt. Spiritually, a falcon symbolises wisdom and protection (again, another mention to knowledge/wisdom, and george is presumably desperate for protection as seen in his desperation for netherite armour from dreamXD). Sparrowhawks symbolise the need to tap into a warrior at any time; like george calling/inviting dreamXD to the SMP whenever he's online which im fairly sure was discussed in georges lore stream too?

also roses are sometimes symbolic of harpocrates. they are sometimes used to show guests that any topic discussed in the room receiving them is not to be repeated or discussed elsewhere: where have we seen roses recently? the syndicate. (also the in-between and the quackity art, if you want to pull it into other lore avenues. All of these thrive on secrecy; karl keeping his time travel a secret; the syndicate remaining secret; and quackity not telling anyone about much of what goes on las nevadas/his prison visits with dream).

anyway: this was like all just for fun and i dont think it’s going to come true at all, it would just be cool as anything :> apologies again if any of my facts are wrong im just trying to tie knots in the lore with wet spaghetti

also a lot of this was aided by help from @insert-cleverurl bc we spent like. a while brainrotting this on discord. :D maybe one day ill make more lore theory/analysis posts because i have a cool dream/dreamxd one bubbling away

[foulserpent]

nosleep mods deleted this for apparently not being a horror story. enjoy

My friend Ed is a bit of an outdoorsman. Not one of those hardcore 'two week hike hunting for food and sleeping in the dirt' types, but he does his share of hunting and camping. He and I got into it together when we met in community college and went on a weed-fueled camping trip over spring break, and since then he has far outgrown my own outdoor endeavors.

He's gotten some great stories to tell over the years. Finding a pair of souvenir Vegas dice in the stomach of a rabbit he was cleaning, getting hit by two skunks in a single day, close encounters with pumas and bears, and the far more harrowing and painful encounters with other hikers. But he's never come back with anything all that disturbing. Until his last trip.

Ed had been making an admirable effort of converting his 'spend the fall watching netflix and consuming pumpkin themed beverages' oriented boyfriend, Saúl, to some small game hunting. About a year ago, the two of them had taken a trip down south to do just that.

A few days into their week-long trip, I got a flurry of panicked texts from Saúl. It was all things like, "omg we just saw something so messed up" and "never going to the desert again LMAO there was a naked guy" or something to that effect.

I barely remember. I was bedridden with the worst case of the flu I'd ever experienced, and received these texts through a haze of fever and Nyquil. At that time, my response to those texts was more or less "Wow, hate when that happens :("

Neither of them provided elaboration upon their return, and I was a little too consumed in my own misery to ask for it. It was left at that.

Last week, Ed and I were practicing our usual 7 o'clock ritual of smoking behind the gas station during his break and complaining about the mere existence of customers. His mask was pulled down to his chin and he was fumbling with an entire cigar he'd brought to work, complaining about some customer who was shirtless in the middle of November and clearly blitzed out of his mind.

It was as he was describing the man's public indecency that I remembered the frantic texts I had received last fall.

"Hey, speaking of nudity...What was the story with the naked dude in the desert?" I asked him.

He cringed.

"From last year, on your trip?" I pressed.

"Yeah, I know, I know. God. Did Saúl text you?"

"Yeah, but he didn't give me the details of it."

Ed finished lighting the cigar, and took a long drag.

"Yeah, okay." He said. "I was honestly trying to forget about it but like. I don't know why Saúl was so stuck on the nudity like, that was the least messed up part of it all. It was the craziest thing."

It was the craziest thing is the set of words he would begin every particularly intriguing story with, and I realized I should probably settle in. I made myself comfortable against the dumpster in anticipation.

His story was as follows.

"So, yeah. We were out in the scrub. Technically weren't supposed to be there, we were a little ways off my aunt's land but like, there's no one to bug you about that out there. It was this kinda rocky area, lots of little hills and tall brush. So you couldn't see very far from the ground. And it was pretty well into the afternoon, and we hadn't caught a damn thing, so we were just kinda screwing around at that point. And we were near this bigass arroyo, and-"

He paused.

"Wait, you know what an arroyo is?" He asked me, taking another drag from his cigar.

I shook my head. He nodded solemnly at my midwestern ignorance.

“Okay, yeah. So it's a dry sorta riverbed in the desert. You ever seen a dried up creek? It's like that. They form when the rains come and are completely dry the rest of the year. And a lot of them are pretty small, but this one was like, a miniature canyon. Probably thirty feet across and ten feet deep. And it kind of winds around the hills before getting shallower when the elevation changes or whatever.

“So anyway we’re… yeah we’re there. The arroyo is on the other side of some rocks, and the open desert is in front of us. And we were sat down in the shade, having some beef jerky and stuff."

He paused again. He seemed to be lost in thought, eyes squinting and looking somewhere distant.

"So yeah, we're having a grand old time, just having a snack or whatever. And suddenly we hear screaming. Some guy’s screaming, ‘help! help me!’ out in the bush somewhere nearby.”

“And you know how Saúl is. Too much of a sweetheart for his own good. He's like nudging me and going "Eddie, we should go help." And yeah, sure, I wanted to help but there was something… Weird? About it? Like the shouting sounded real close but I wasn’t hearing anything else that, you know, accompanies a call for help. Like, no running, no sounds of struggling or being mauled by a wild animal or whatever. It was DEAD silent whenever the guy wasn't shouting.

"And like, call me an asshole but I'm not gonna do some ‘white person in a horror movie 'lets split up, gang!'’ shit. I was staying right where I was.”

"So we just kind of sat there, listening to it. The guy had started just- shrieking. No words, just making noise. And at this point I was starting to feel like a complete bastard for being the pragmatic one, but Saúl didn't seem to wanna move either. Like, it was super off.

"And then, there’s another sound. Kind of a…uh… Gurgling noise? Like-”

Ed broke off to make an odd sound in his throat. It was a low, prolonged croak that slowly lifted into a 'whoop!’

Some old woman in the process of fueling her SUV glared at him. He scowled back.

“Okay, it was actually nothing like that. But you get the idea.”

“And that happens a couple times, and it... It didn't sound like a person's voice anymore. And I'm thinking maybe the world's most fucked up coyote just killed a guy and was celebrating or whatever, but it didn't really sound like an animal either. It was kinda inorganic, you know what I mean?

"But yeah, it kind of whoops a couple more times, and then the last time it just... Didn't stop. It kept going, and it turns into this- music? It sounded, uh, sort of like a bunch of different flutes being played at once. But lower. Very deep. I don’t remember the tune so don’t ask. But it was music, and me and Saúl are just looking at each other like "what the fuck?”.

"And at that point, curiosity is kicking in and I'm gripped by this wave of idiocy, so I get up and start walking towards the sound. Low to the ground, super slow. Stealth. And I can tell it’s coming from the arroyo. So I just verrrrry carefully climb up the side and look inside.“

Ed paused to grasp for words.

"And there’s a man in there. Some pasty dude. Sunburnt, t-shirt tan lines, all that. Pretty scrawny, but otherwise normal looking from the chest down. No injuries or nothing, which I can say for sure because, yeah, the dude is completely naked. I mean naked. There was a pile of his clothes nearby, and his whole dick was out and he was barefoot. And he was DANCING. He’s just dancing naked in this friggin’ ditch.

"And it took me a bit to process what was going on with his head. Like, the music sounds are coming from up there. And I’m thinking he’s got some sort of weird instrument over his head, but he dances towards me and um. He has no head. Or like- Shit. He kind of has a head? Like I could sort of make it out, but it’s tilted all the way backwards. Like, touching his back. So his neck's facing the sky, and his eyes are just kind of staring out behind him.

"And there’s all these… tubes. Coming out of where the nose and mouth probably used to be. Big fleshy tubes, skin toned. But they didn't flop around, they were like, pretty firm. And they’ve got little holes all over them. And that’s where the music is coming from. He’s playing them.”

Ed lifted his arms over his head and mimed with his fingers. “Like a flute”

“So like, it’s the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen, basically, but I can’t stop watching. And Saúl eventually comes up beside me, and we don’t say anything, we just watch this guy. It’s gotta be like… A solid hour we’re just sitting there, with this guy playing his music and dancing around. And he starts moving up the arroyo, still dancing the whole time, and eventually he’s out of sight. But we hear the music a good while longer until it gets too distant. I don't think he ever saw us. Or he didn't care. I don't know."

He was silent for a long while. I waited for him to continue, but it was evident that it was over.

"And... That was it?" I asked.

"Yeah, that was it. We got the hell out of there and didn't see him again. Or hear anything about a crazy nudist in the area."

He took another puff of his cigar, and coughed.

"I mean, it could have been... A really, really good costume or something. Like, REALLY good. I mean I definitely saw his eyes blinking. On the head that was... You know. Bent entirely backwards. But hey, could be a costume!" He added with a flourish, clearly not entertaining this possibility whatsoever.

"Holy shit." I said.

He laughed, and snuffed out his cigar in the snow. "Damn right."