#they are all chaos gremlins your honor

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Meet Cute? Meet Feral!

Batman and Robin are out on patrol. Bats has to pop out of the Batmobile for a minute, and leaves a sulking Damian to stay with the car. Just as Damian considers taking the car for a joyride, who should pop out of nowhere but Ellie! She slaps a sticker on the hood of the Batmobile and poses for a selfie. Robin of course, exits the vehicle to ask her wtf she thinks she's doing. Ellie immediately clocks him as a fellow poorly socialized gremlin child, tackles him and it's on!

Batman returns a few minutes later to find the two of them rolling on the grimy asphalt in a tangle of limbs, growling, kicking, punching, biting, all formal fight training forgotten. Bats has to forcibly separate them and scruffs them like misbehaving kittens who continue to snarl and throw insults at each other. Now Batman doesn't know who Ellie is, but he recognizes her logo and suit being like fellow League member Phantom's and calls him up in his Tiredest Dad voice to ask if he's missing a kid.

Danny arrives a short time later, and gets a truncated explanation of what happened. Now Danny is a, tired and annoyed about being woken in the middle of the night b, is a giant shit-stirrer himself and has been merrily gaslighting the rest of the League about ghost culture c, sees a golden opportunity to give Mr Batman Grumpypants some new gray hairs.

Danny: Now now Ellie, we talked about this. You're a princess! You can't just go around and accept a proposal from the first cute liminal boy you meet!

Batman and Robin, who were patching up a bite wound: Wait what

Danny: You'll be the ruler of the dead someday! You don't have to settle for a lowly mortal just because he threw a punch your way!

Robin: Now hang on...

Ellie, playing along: But Daaaaad! I don't wanna marry some emperor! At least this one still has all his teeth!

Robin: Hey, I'm heir to the Batman and the Demon's Head!

Danny: Do you know how many requests for your hand I get each week? I could have Alexander the Great as a son-in-law you know.

Ellie: But I already accepted this one!

Batman: *eye twitch* Robin is not marrying anyone, I forbid it

Robin: *stomps foot* So you don't think I'm worthy of marrying a princess?

Danny, watching the ensuing argument: Mission accomplished

[auseyre]

Pride Month -Plan B-2009

Plan B was Marco Berger's first film and it's slow and meditative and “arty”.

It's also a wacky kinda Romcom, with one lead -Pablo who is a cinnamon roll, and one lead -Bruno who is half himbo/half fuckboy. They are one of those couples where you thank god they’re fictional so you can love them unabashedly because IRL it would be a disaster.

Bruno dumps his girlfriend out of boredom and then when she finds someone else, he immediately wants her back. While she is willing to still bang him occasionally for fun, she won't dump her new guy for him. His solution? Woo her boyfriend and win him away from her, so she'll be free to come back to him. It goes exactly as planned and entirely off the rails at the same time.

It's chock full of the tropiest tropes, including but not limited to -Mistaken identity, only for the girl(supposedly the reason they kiss the first two times, even stated.) Only one bed. Friends to lovers. One-sided rivalry/rivals to lovers. Practice kissing. Disaster-bi, dual bi-awakenings, greek chorus best friend, implied love at first sight, etc...

CW -Infidelity(not in the MC relationship once they are actually together). Prodigious use of the f-word. So, so much, including once to encourage the leads to kiss.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Operation: Gaslight the Billionaires”

aka: How Danny Phantom Accidentally Became the Perfect Wayne

The chaos of the Batcave had mostly settled. Danny had been with them for three days, and Vlad Masters was officially on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

It wasn’t the ghost attacks. It wasn’t even the rogue AI that tried to merge with the espresso machine (thanks, Tim). It was the fact that Danny was actively making him look insane.

Bruce entered the kitchen expecting the usual post-patrol disaster: someone bleeding, Jason frying something suspicious, Damian glaring at vegetables like they insulted his honor, and Tim unconscious on the table with a Red Bull IV.

Instead… the kitchen was sparkling.

Alfred was humming. HUMMING. And Danny?

Danny was wearing an apron that said “I cook with spirit (and some ectoplasm)” and was gently stirring a pot of something that smelled incredible. He handed Alfred a tray of prepped vegetables with the air of a beloved sous-chef in a Michelin-starred restaurant.

“Knife is clean and set aside, Mr. Pennyworth. Do you want the counter disinfected again before the meat’s on?”

Alfred smiled. Smiled. “That won’t be necessary, Master Daniel. You’ve done splendidly.”

Bruce stood in the doorway like a man waiting for a piano to fall on him. “…Who is this child?”

Alfred replied calmly, “The most helpful young man we’ve had in this kitchen in years. I daresay Master Richard could learn a thing or two.”

Danny looked up, beamed at Bruce, and said, “Good morning! You want coffee? I just finished a batch of Colombian roast. Tim said you like it strong enough to dissolve crime.”

Tim, from under the counter where he’d been sleeping with a tablet as a pillow: “That’s not even a joke. I’ve seen it eat through one of Damian’s throwing knives.”

Bruce walked over and took the mug Danny handed him. It was the perfect temperature. The exact strength he liked. He took a sip.

His soul briefly ascended.

“…This is better than Alfred’s.”

Alfred gave an approving nod. “Indeed. I showed him once.”

Vlad stormed into the room like a man preparing to perform an exorcism. His hair was frazzled, one of his slippers was missing, and there was what looked suspiciously like slime on his sleeve.

“BRUCE. Tell me honestly, what have you done to him?”

Bruce blinked. “To Danny? Nothing.”

“HE MADE A THREE-COURSE MEAL AND ASKED IF I WANTED A MIDNIGHT TEA.”

“I like being helpful,” Danny said, halo practically visible. “Uncle Vlad gets stressed so easily.”

“I DO NOT—!”

“He also helped Damian organize the armory,” Alfred added serenely.

“Color-coded the blades,” Damian muttered, glaring slightly less than usual. “And sharpened them.”

Jason walked in, paused, sniffed the air. “Is that real garlic bread? Did we finally break the food curse?”

Danny handed him a plate. “You should eat. You looked hangry yesterday.”

Jason stared at him. “I could kill for you.”

“I’d prefer you didn’t.”

“Nice. Boundaries.”

Vlad was gaping. “You are all being tricked! This is an act! He’s a little gremlin with teeth! He ate my briefcase!”

Danny blinked innocently. “It smelled like almonds. I thought it was marzipan.”

“IT WAS NOT MARZIPAN.”

Cass wandered in, stole a breadstick, and gave Danny a high-five. “Nice work.”

Vlad turned to Bruce, furious and hollow-eyed. “This is not fair. He fought a space god last week, and now he’s making quiche.”

Bruce just shrugged. “Some people contain multitudes.”

“He bit a vampire diplomat in Prague.”

“He was undead and had no permit for summoning circles,” Danny added cheerfully. “Also, he was rude to the hotel staff.”

Stephanie peeked in. “Did I hear someone say quiche?”

“Spinach and mushroom,” Danny called.

“I’m going to implode,” Vlad whispered to the heavens.

Danny wiped his hands and turned to Vlad with a kind, innocent smile. “Uncle Vlad, I know it’s hard to accept, but maybe… I’ve matured?”

Vlad squinted. “You turned your teacher’s car invisible three weeks ago.”

“She parked in the ghost zone exit lane,” Danny said, wounded. “I was helping traffic.”

Bruce sipped his coffee and studied the boy who had seamlessly infiltrated his house like a social trojan horse. “How did you convince him to stay with you again?”

“I blackmailed the adoption agency and offered full scholarship access, six haunted properties, and a personal lab,” Vlad muttered.

“Reasonable,” Tim said. “Sounds like a good pitch.”

Bruce looked at Danny. “Would you like to stay a bit longer?”

Vlad: “No.”

Danny: “Sure!”

Jason: “New little brother unlocked.”

Vlad looked down into his empty tea mug like it had betrayed him. “This is how I die. In a Wayne manor. Smothered by domestic competency and passive-aggressive hospitality.”

Danny patted his arm. “It’s okay, Uncle Vlad. Want me to make you some chamomile?”

Vlad hissed like a vampire at dawn.

[timetravelbypen]

Tumblrrrr I think all my tags got erased again whyyyy

[ronearoundblindly]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “Sir, I think you misunderstood.”

I'm SO HONORED, you have no idea. 🧚‍♀️👸🏽❤️🪄🧚✨⚡️❤️‍🔥🧚‍♂️

*While this follows Super-Human Resources as a story, it is not necessary to read that to understand. Reader is female and 'older' but no specifics about her body or age are given. For context, you believe that you and Steve are f***-buddies and nothing more (he does not believe that).

Summary: Steve is more eager to than you realized...

A shameless fic deserves a shameless gif, don't you think? **Warnings for smut: unprotected sex (established consent/relationship) in a semi-public space, oral (m receiving), horny gremlin!Steve, and not a whole hell of a lot of editing utilized, folks... MINORS DNI. There's all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist, but not here. WC ~2k

Busy.

Busy day. Busy week. Busy month really, if you stop to think about it, but you can’t stop right now. There’s work to be done. Agents to clear, trainees to make agents, and it’ll be done as soon as you file these…

“Shit,” you mutter as Maria Hill is about to take the documents from you. You were almost done with this closed-door meeting. “Rogers hasn’t signed off on them yet.”

For the tiniest of split-seconds, Hill looks annoyed, her eyes half roll while she sighs. “He’s been just as slammed as all of us.” She doesn’t seem thrilled by the chaos of spring either. Say what you will about seasonal depression sucking, but there is a notable uptick in enemy aggression once the weather warms.

Does that make winter less crazy? No. What it does is make the internal workings of the Compound go bonkers until everyone can fight out there. In HR’s case, winter is the worst and busiest time. Busy. Busy. Busy.

Your off-hours understanding with Steve Rogers aside, there are few seasonal bright spots beyond actually liking your job.

You dial up Rogers’ number. It rings only once before he answers.

“Yes, ma’am, what can I help you with?”

He’s so sweet with you in private, and though diligent about keeping work strictly professional, you imagine you can tell the barest of warmth laced into the words.

“Sorry to bother, Captain—“

Hill slaps down a new file you’ve not seen yet.

“—but I need you—“ you cover the mic with your palm, whispering ‘and what’s this?’ but she waves you off “—to come down and…hello?”

The dial tone starts again.

“Hello? I think he just hung up on me.”

Hill simply shrugs. “Maybe even he’s at wit’s end,” she muses. “Just bring the rest to my office whenever, but I’ll need a review of this contract. The lawyers approve, but if you ask me they kept the wording too technical. We need a—let’s say a nicer spin on it.”

Fine. Toss it on the pile. In fact, that’s exactly what you do, move it from corner A to corner B of your desk.

Above you, Maria makes a shocked sort of chirping noise.

“Cap! You scared me there.”

“Sorry,” Steve huffs in the doorway, arms braced on either side of the frame. “Sorry. Sorry, I just—“ clearing his throat “—was already on this floor when you called, so…I’m here.”

His stealth training with Natasha really paid off. There was zero sound when he came in.

“Right, well, if you could—“

Steve holds up a finger. “Actually, I have something to ask…to discuss with…”

“I’ll bring them by your office later,” you offer Hill.

She nods and leaves, none the wiser to Rogers speedily (and silently) locking the door behind her. 

You push out your chair to greet him, but Steve rounds the desk before the seat even rolls past touching your calves.

“I need you, too,” he husks, big hand gripping your waist, maneuvering you back against the wall. His mouth finds the tender spot below your ear immediately. “‘m glad you called.”

Oh.

Oh wow, he’s—

“Love when you wear these.” Steve drops to one knee, fingers dancing at the hem of your skirt and over the thin shield of your pantyhose.

He does love him some nylons, cheeky boy.

Good thing your office blinds were already closed, or the whole cubicle pool would see Captain America six inches from your crotch with a hand sneaking up your thigh.

“Sir,” you whimper in the suddenness of his desire, “I think you misunderstood.”

A flicker of questioning darts across Steve’s features.

“I actually just need you to sign those,” you clarify with a wave to the desk.

“Oh.” Steve presses his head into your leg for a second. “So not…?”

“Sex? Here? No, not what I called for,” you chuckle.

He gets up from the floor, looking embarrassed and guilty, a bulge in his pants betraying how seriously he intended to take you right there. It has been two weeks since you’ve gotten to sleep over. He was away on mission last weekend and who knows when he’ll be called up again. Shame to let that enthusiasm go to waste…

“But,” you drawl, creeping forward, your hand cupping him gently.

He stirs so easily at contact. Steve’s always been eager to ‘practice,’ to build prowess in knowing the female body, and he’s used yours to do it, but you never expected him to whine in desire.

Without waiting for more encouragement, he lowers his mouth to your neck again. “Yeah?” 

His fingers use their rough friction to nudge your skirt up over your hips until he can run one digit along the waistband of your stockings.

You feel the fabric in your palm stretch tighter. Steve twitches.

“It’s okay to do this,” he breaths, “even if it’s uncalled for?”

The spider-walking of his touch down your stomach is deliberate. He’s giving you time to tell him you’re not interested or this isn’t the place, but you are, in fact, pretty interested and do not care if this is the place.

When no response comes as he finds your mound, Steve drags one finger through your folds. He lets a hot sigh roll across your skin in satisfaction of discovering the slick spot he can stoke back to life.

Ever since he first asked how he could please you, it’s been about Steve wanting to learn a woman’s pleasure, but his desire always seems incidental. He’ll come anyway. He’s getting off in addition. You get that; it’s the whole deal, but there are other lessons Steve, in particular, could learn. One of them is that he can be the focus, too.

Instead, he’s focused on holding back, apparently, because he bites his lip and doesn’t lean into your hand. He doesn’t pull away either. He moves to slip two fingers into you and curl them.

This leads you to a theory of why, though you’re surprised to have the brainpower. “Have you not…touched yourself in weeks?”

Steve grunts in annoyance. “I didn’t think it would be that long.”

“So—“ keeping your voice silky and sweet “—no need to edge yourself after all that.”

“Edge?” he asks.

Lessons, lessons, lessons.

“It’s called ‘edging’ or ‘delayed gratification,’ yeah.”

You can practically hear his thoughts as his eyes roam your body. Should he stop? Should he continue? Should he tough it out and wait the few hours till the workday is done? Steve is the type to think of denial as the height of self-control, so you don’t know which side he’ll land on when he’s needy with his finger on the button of satisfaction.

He can have it all, and he can have it right now. You tentatively roll his tender balls to prove a point, but that seems only to make his inner conflict worse, his brows knitting together, strained.

Until it doesn’t.

“No,” Steve says, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at you feverishly. “No, I don’t want to delay anymore.”

To put him out of his misery, you offer your help, pulling his hand away, rolling down the layers in his way until mid-thigh (look, hose are a bitch to take off and put on, so at work, you’re improvising), and bending directly over your desk. Head turned to the side, you watch the shadow of him stepping up behind you, lowering the fly of his slacks and pumping his shaft until he’s hard.

All in total, it takes four seconds or so, but the performance of breaking the man’s character down to a lustful mess plays out an entire scene.

Steve squats down slightly to roll his cockhead through your folds and thrusts shallowly. The delicious stretch and rising fullness make your eyes flutter shut.

He’s always worth the wait. You’ll miss this when he’s done with you.

His feet spread apart as he kneads your ass and opens you wide.

“So good,” he groans. “Did you think of me? Did you touch yourself thinking of this?”

“Yes,” you gasp on a deep thrust.

If he’s expecting more words, he’s not getting them, not when the drag of him inside and out pools all your attention like a tide away from your brain.

The afternoon sun’s angle shows the silhouette of Steve stretching tall so he can fuck toward that spongy spot sending tingles all over your body, but just as soon as he sets a rhythm, he pulls out.

“Uh, no,” he moans, gripping his dick like it’s hurting him, “’s why I wanted my mouth on you first…so…so close.”

Steve’s ready to cum within minutes of sinking into your pussy. That’s a boost to your ego if there ever was one. However, he needs release, and from the look of his blown pupils, he needs it to be as intense as possible. He needs connection not just physically.

If Steve desires a more connective experience, you’ll have to give him eye contact.

Mirroring his starting position, you drop delicately to your knees in front of him, head inches away from your desktop.

“Oh god,” he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, but his eyes never leave you while your hand replaces his. 

The first brush of your lips sends him lurching forward to grip the poor particleboard behind you, and you do blink long and languid at the musky taste of him.

His mouth hangs open, too, as you bob, taking only a few inches each time, focusing on the sensitive head. You make the tip of your tongue firm and pointed to draw patterns along veins you know by heart. His hips buck against his will, and though you can’t teach it him without words, this is called ‘fucking your face.’

It’s delightful to see the hazy blue of his eyes soften in wonder. It’s validation itself to hear him praise the sheer perfection of you.

“Shit,” Steve moans, “I—I—“ but he breaks off in a euphoric (and loud) exhale.

Cum begins to flood your throat and mouth, and there’s a rustle of something knocked over above you. A soft wad of tissues tucks under your chin just as the overflow breeches the corner of your lips.

“Too long. Waited too long. Sorry, should have warned you,” he admits brokenly. It is significantly more than usual, you note.

Steve pulls out to finish coming in his makeshift pad and tries to bat the box closer to you for more.

You rip out a few to spit in.

All-in-all, you’re pleased to have such a wild affect on a man, and Steve is not just any man at that.

He takes all the tissues and buries them under some papers in your trashcan. He collects himself, zipping his dignity back into place while you shimmy up your tights and panties.

Steve then pulls you into his chest, leaving a gentle kiss as the last taste on your lips. “I’ll give you back threefold tonight, okay?” he assures, low and intimate. “Sorry, I got…overexcited.”

He releases you from the hug.

“Well, I’ll only be there at a decent hour if you sign these damn papers, Captain.”

Steve looks confused, eyes darting to the stack he luckily did not tip off the edge of your desk. It takes another four seconds for him to remember that there was a real reason he was called.

“Yes, ma’am, right away, but also—” he scrunches his nose “—I’m just going to crack this because—“ Steve doesn’t bother completing the thought. He simply props the window open at the lowest notch. Across the small room, he stares at you smoothing a hand over your hair, beaming.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Goofy. Honest. Adorable.

“It’s a good line, Cap,” you chuckle then double tap the stack of forms.

He rushes over, ever the fast-learner, ever the eager participant, ever ready (usually) to get down to business.

Busy. Busy. Busy.

Thank god it’s Friday.

a/n: is it acceptable?

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[aventurineswife]

so we've all seen how much sahsrau loves the reader however my question is if they ever do make a permanent portal from their universe to ours how would they treat Earth's countries would they start wars would they make peace treaties with our countries.... WAIT what if some countries made fun of or disrespected the reader or their art (like calling it trash or cliche) also how would they (the sahsrau cast) and the world react to star rail a game that's almost if not a complete one to one ratio to their universe man there are so many ways you could take this i'd like to think that the sahsrau cast would bring the reader to any meeting with any country just imagine the chaos like

Reporter a: "mr. General what can you tell us about the relationship of America and the xianzhou?

Jing yuan: as of right now.... I believe the alliance might be open to the possibility of an alliance with the United States

Reporter b: Mr. General what do you have to say about the rumors of a relationship between you and one of our citizens

Jing yuan slightly frowning: that citizen is our grace as for my relationship with them.... I'm one of their many acolytes

(°↓°) hehe chaos gremlins strike again

Oh you just opened the biggest can of cosmic chaos noodles and I am here for it.

If SAHSRAU Makes a Permanent Portal to Earth

First Reaction? Global hysteria. Like, governments are freaking out, trying to figure out if this is a threat or a blessing. But the entire SAHSRAU cast is basically like: “Fear not, mortals! We are here for the Creator.”

Earth: who?

Reader: waving awkwardly in the back

How SAHSRAU Treats Earth’s Countries

1. Diplomacy with conditions – They’re not immediately hostile unless someone messes with the Reader. Peace treaties? Sure. Technology and energy aid? Probably. But only under one condition: Respect the Reader.

2. Each faction handles it differently:

Xianzhou brings their most refined diplomats but also rolls in with sky ships just to be visually intimidating.

Belobog is cautiously curious, with Bronya trying to arrange cultural exchanges.

The IPC shows up ready to buy the planet if necessary.

Stellaron Hunters? They’d just show up uninvited, steal satellite tech, and flirt with the Reader at every press conference.

Astral Express crew is like the friendly UN reps… but with big alien dog energy.

If Someone Insults the Reader or Their Art

God help that country. Seriously.

You think a minor diplomatic incident is bad? Try having the entire Pantheon of Stars glaring at your continent like it personally offended fate.

Jing Yuan’s smile becomes a razor: “I hope that was a poor joke. It would be a shame if the Luofu’s next wargames happened to… pass through your airspace.”

Kafka laughs. You don't want her to laugh.

Yanqing demands an honor duel.

March starts a smear campaign online. #RespectTheReader trends for months.

Dan Heng just vanishes. But a week later, the country’s satellite network mysteriously malfunctions.

Blade doesn’t say anything. He’s just… standing there. Right outside the White House. Holding his sword.

Humanity Reacting to Star Rail the Game Being Real

People would LOSE THEIR MINDS. Like, how did we get a perfect game with accurate lore and personalities?? Was it divine inspiration? Government conspiracy?

SAHSRAU cast’s reaction? Mixed.

March 7th: “Wait, that’s my outfit?! I look amazing! But why do you keep losing battles with me?!”

Welt: “Fascinating. A virtual replica of our lives. So this is what it means to be 'fictional' in your world.”

Himeko: sips coffee “They got my smile right. That’s mildly terrifying.”

Kafka: “They really captured my voice... I wonder if the voice actress dreams of me.”

Blade: “They monetized my suffering.”

And the fans? They're having mental breakdowns. Celebrities thirst-posting about Dan Heng? Chaos. Reddit threads about Jing Yuan’s thighs? Worse. YouTube essays on the lore accuracy? Trending globally.

Bringing Reader to International Meetings

Imagine the UN Summit. Reader walks in, glowing faintly like an Aeon-adjacent celestial being. Some country rep starts grandstanding about protocol, and then Jing Yuan speaks: “Silence. You’re in the presence of divinity.”

ALL EYES ON READER.

Reader: “...Hi. I just want snacks and peace.”

Cue chaos.

Bonus:

The Vatican canonizes the Reader. Twice.

The U.S. tries to “negotiate” for Reader citizenship and ends up blacklisted by IPC.

A TikTok dance trend forms based on the Reader’s aura movement.

Ruan Mei hosts a TED Talk. No one understands a word, but they all clap.

Yanqing becomes a world fencing champion at age 12.

Sampo starts an MLM in three countries before Welt shuts him down.

In conclusion: if SAHSRAU opened a portal to our world? Absolute interdimensional chaos, world diplomacy would be rewritten, the Reader would be the centerpiece of planetary politics, and they’d still just want to sit on a couch and play games without being called a god.

[dark-l-angel]

Hii! for a Dick Grayson request, could you do hcs or a fic on his partner and Damian's relationship? I just wanna baby him so badd

A/N: if you're Dick’s partner, you’re basically a bonus big sibling to that little gremlin, whether he likes it or not. So... equal parts chaos, tenderness, and "don’t tell Bruce."

Dick Grayson’s Partner and Damian’s Relationship

Damian pretends to not like you at first. He’s skeptical of anyone dating Dick, because in his mind, nobody deserves his Nightwing-turned-big-brother-turned-dad-figure.

You earn his trust slowly.. not with loud affection, but with quiet consistency. You help patch him up after patrols without commenting on his cuts. You never talk down to him. You ask him for his opinion on serious things.. like you value him. That’s rare.

One day, you call him "Dames" in passing. He glares at you like you just insulted his ancestors. But he doesn’t correct you. He never does.

He’ll never say it, but he adores when you treat him like a kid sometimes. Not in a condescending way.. more like making sure he’s eaten, sneaking him an extra pancake, low-key fussing over him when he’s sick. You do it like it’s second nature.

He likes sitting near you in comfortable silence. Sometimes, when he’s sketching or reading, he’ll just wander into your space and stay there. Like a grumpy cat. You never say anything. But Dick catches it and beams.

When Dick’s away on a mission and you're babysitting Damian, it starts rough. But by the end of the night, you're both in pajamas, watching an old black-and-white detective film. Damian critiques the detective’s methods. You sass him. He smirks. It becomes a tradition.

Once, someone tried flirting with you in front of Damian. Tried. Damian inserted himself into the conversation with the cold, calculated menace of a tiny Batman and shut it down. He acted like it was about Dick’s honor, but it wasn’t. He’s protective of you too.

He made you a painting once. It's got a lot of dramatic colors and bold strokes. He says it’s "a representation of emotional turbulence." You hang it in the hallway like it’s a Monet.

You and Dick talk about adopting Damian all the time, unofficially. You already feel like his other parent. You’re the one he texts when he’s stressed at school. You’re the one who gets a grumpy hug when he’s feeling too much but doesn’t know how to say it.

He’ll never say it aloud. But one day, you find a list in his room titled "People I Would Kill For." You’re number two. (Dick’s number one, of course.)

[justnatoka]

Clueless

Paul x GN! Reader

A/n: I love him your honor.

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, Paul being a bit dense

Coming to terms with your feelings, the boys playing matchmaker, ice cream and general chaos.

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To say that your life has become increasingly complicated would be an understatement. And that was mostly due to David and his smug face. Ever since that night on the beach, he has been a constant pain in the butt. Giving you teasing glances when you so much as looked at Paul, making little comments that seemed innocent to everyone but you – at first at least – and doing everything he could to get you and Paul alone. David was everywhere, always watching, always with that little smirk. Sometimes you really wanted to smack him.

And if things couldn't have been worse, Dwayne and Marko started catching on to what was going on. Marko joined David with the stares, wiggling his eyebrows at you over Paul's shoulder when you were talking to him, dropping double meanings left and right, and just being an absolute gremlin in general. Dwayne has been more subtle, but it was grinding your gears anyway.

Ever since you've realized your feelings for Paul, it was like you couldn't control yourself. You've been spacing out staring at him, either completely clamming up or rambling horribly when he asked you anything, sending him heart-eyes while listening to him when he got into one of his chatty moods. Though that last one might have been just another example of Marko's teasing.

You were also falling over yourself, to everyone else's entertainment. When Paul strolled into the main area of the cave one night half naked, babbling about not finding his favourite shirt, you all but fell off the couch. When he moved on to ask Marko, you caught Dwayne side-eyeing you. Your face grew hot from embarrassment.

"Don't even say it," you barked at him with no real malice in your words.

He held up his hands in surrender, but the amused smirk on his face and the laughter in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You knew the boys only wanted what was best for you, but god did they make in exhausting. They've been playing matchmaker for weeks, trying to get you alone with Paul so you could confess, but there were just a few problems with that.

First and foremost, you were a coward. You had no problem with tearing people apart, and you've been part of a good few fights alongside them. But when it came to being vulnerable and telling Paul you've hopelessly fallen in love with him, you just couldn't do it.

Another setback was the fact that Paul was completely and utterly clueless. With all the teasing the boys have been subtly or not so subtly doing, any other person would have already caught on by now. Not Paul though. He could be surprisingly perceptive for someone who was high most of the time, but it seemed like he was blind to everything going on.

And this meant that it was up to you to make him aware of your feelings, no matter how nervous you got or how many knots your stomach twisted itself into.

Paul has been whining about ice cream ever since he woke up. The man had an insatiable hunger for sweets, and he usually made it everyone's problem, just like he did tonight. By the time you arrived to the Boardwalk – you riding with Marko, because you much rather dealt with his smug grin than the nervous flutters you got when you were close to Paul –, you were about ready to steal a whole ice cream truck just to shut him up.

So when you caught David's eyes and the slowly growing grin on his face, you knew you were in trouble.

"Hey, Paul. Why don't you take this one with you to get some ice cream?" His hand that came down on your shoulder gave it a purposeful little squeeze, making it clear that there's no point in trying to back out.

You wanted to scream. Then Paul turned to you, his whole face lighting up with a bright smile, grabbing your hand excitedly.

"You want ice cream too?"

To be honest, you didn't really care about sweets all that much. But how could you say no when he looked at you like that?

"Sure," you smiled back at him shyly, and if that was possible, he became even more ecstatic.

"Let's go!" he hollered, and without ever letting go of your hand, he dragged you with him.

Looking back, you caught the boys giving you thumbs ups. You just rolled your eyes at them.

Moving through the crowd, you were all too aware of the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your hand, the cold smoothness of his palm against yours, as well as the little glances he kept throwing at you over his shoulder as he kept pulling you along, a small smile playing on his lips. He looked like a dream under the colorful lights around you, the buzz of the boardwalk seemingly invigorating him even further. He was in his element here.

You were all too aware of the nervous warmth growing in your chest at the sight of him as well.

When you finally reached the ice cream shop, the few minutes you had to wait in line were a challenge. Paul kept bouncing next to you in excitement, and your heart felt like it would burst out of your ribcage at how adorable it was.

Arriving in front of the counter, he basically pressed his face against the glass of the display case, getting hyped up over each flavour, even having a little debate with himself about which one to choose.

He finally turned to you, looking very much lost.

"There's too many!”

You chuckled at his antics and stepped up to the display, looking through all the colorful tubs of ice cream.

“Which one are you getting?” he asked curiously.

You hummed, thinking over your options before pointing your finger at one in the corner.

“That one.”

“Ooooh, it looks yummy!” he exclaimed, then got immediately distracted by another one. “Wait, that looks good too!”

While he got into another round of argument with himself, you went over to the attendant behind the counter. He didn’t look older than 16, and he’s been watching the two of you like you were the most entertaining thing he’s seen all day.

You gave him your order, and a minute later he handed you your cup of ice cream. Then he leaned on the counter, resting his face in his hand and sent a glance towards Paul.

“And what can I get for your boyfriend?” he asked.

You all but short circuited, and in the few seconds it took your brain to reboot itself, an amused little smile grew on the boy’s face.

“We’re not together like that,” you manage to blurt out. “Just close friends.”

That’s the moment Paul chose to saunter over and throw his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, man, they’re like, one of my best friends,” he beamed, looking down at you.

You had no idea how much he heard, but the fact that he caught the word ‘friend’ and decided to declare to this random person how much you meant to him was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. Now with both of their attention on you – not to mention that you were practically all up against Paul’s side – your face started to grow hot. And when you looked back at Paul, realizing how close his lips were, you felt ready to combust.

“Y-yeah, that’s right. So which flavour do you want, Paulie?”

It was like he suddenly realized why you were here in the first place, and he turned to the kid, telling him his order.

You thanked whoever listened that Paul was easy to distract, and as he took his hand off you to receive his cup, you felt like you could finally breathe again. But the aggressive fluttering in your stomach did not subside. And when Paul turned to you with his ice cream in hand, glowing with happiness, you couldn’t help the fond little smile that formed on your lips.

“Ready to go, Paulie?” you asked cheerfully.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned back at you.

After handing the kid the cash, you made you way to the door. Before you could reach it however, he yelled after you.

“You know man, I think your friend is real sweet on you!”

You whipped around, and felt compelled to smack the shit eating grin off his face. You were about to open your mouth to protest again, but decided against it. Instead, you peered at Paul from the corner of your eye, holding your breath, waiting for his reaction.

He looked at the guy for a second, then an easy smile spread across his lips.

“Yeah, they’re real sweet, aren’t they? Couldn’t have asked for a better friend.”

The kid’s smile faltered, and you let out a disappointed little sigh.

You couldn’t deny that it stung, it really did. But as you followed Paul out of the shop and started making your way back to the boys, him bouncing next to you while stuffing his face with ice cream, sending you giddy smiles as you chatted, you had a thought. For now, this was enough. You were content with spending time with him, being this close to him, and seeing him genuinely happy to be in your company. Taking the next step was a problem for another day.

At least for tonight, this was enough.

Extra:

Ever since that night, Paul has seemed to take it into his head that you secretly liked sweets. So he keeps giving you candy from his never ending stash that he carries around in his pockets. And even though you couldn’t care less about them, you keep accepting it. Cause how can you not? He’s too precious to say not to.

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Bluelock boys with a cat-coded significant other? Hell Yeah.

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Featuring: Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami, Shido, Karasu

✨Isagi, Rin, Reo, Nagi, Barou✨

✨Raichi, Aiku, Kaiser, Sae, Ness✨

😸Meguru Bachira😸

Bachira lives for your behavior.

You stretch on all fours and yawn like a little demon? He’s mimicking you immediately. You sleep on top of the kitchen counter with your legs hanging off like gravity doesn’t apply? He brings you a pillow and joins you.

Sometimes you just wander off when he tries to hug you and he fake cries like, “Nooo, I just want a cuddle from my feral kitten.” But then you curl up in his lap later, tuck your nose under his chin, and fall asleep, and suddenly he’s whispering, “My baby…”

The best moment? That time you slapped Rin across the face three times for snatching your fries. Bachira lost it. He even hissed for you. “Yessss, scratch his eyes out, baby!”

🐱Hyoma Chigiri🐱

He thinks you’re adorable. Absolutely absurd, but adorable.

You do that freaky stretch thing every morning, on all fours, back arched, long yawn, and then you crawl back into bed like you didn’t just terrify him with your uncanny resemblance to a possessed feline.

You’re graceful, elegant, and then suddenly curled up in a tight ball on top of his clean laundry. “Seriously?” he deadpans. You blink at him with sleepy eyes and slowly flop onto your side.

When he reaches out to pet your hair, you bat his hand away. Rude.

But if you want affection, he better not move. You’ll climb into his lap all smug, and do your slow blinks at him until he melts.

Chigiri says he’s not whipped. But he absolutely is.

😽Rensuke Kunigami😽

Kunigami tries so hard to understand you. He really does.

You sleep in the weirdest places, once inside his gym bag like it was a sleeping bag and another time… on the damn windowsill, using the back of the couch to balance yourself against it. He thought you were stuck. Tried to help. Got growled at.

He likes physical affection, but you’re the human embodiment of a cat. When he initiates? You squirm away. When you want affection? You sit on his thigh like a brick and stare him down until he scratches your back.

The first time someone made a rude comment to you, Kunigami turned around, to defend your honor of course, only to see you slapping them repeatedly with a blank face and hiss-lips. He had to physically pick you up and walk off with you under one arm while you swatted the air like a gremlin.

He didn’t even get mad. Just muttered, “You’re lucky I love you.”

😻Ryusei Shidou😻

You and Shidou? A chaotic, gremlin coded catfight waiting to happen.

He loves your cat behavior. Thinks it’s sexy when you yawn stretch on all fours or curl into his lap uninvited. Even when you’re sleeping upside down with one leg over your face, he’s like, “Damn. That’s hot.”

But he gets so salty when you don’t let him cuddle you back. He’ll chase you around the apartment like, “Hey hey hey, kitten, let me love youuuuu~” and you’ll vanish under the bed or perch on top of the fridge like a little demon.

One time, some girl tried to flirt with him in front of you. You didn’t say a word, you just walked up, stared her dead in the eye, and pawed her arm with a flat, angry hand. Over and over. Five times. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Shidou bark-laughed so hard he choked. “You’re the love of my fucking life.”

😼Tabito Karasu😼

Karasu thinks you’re hilarious. An agent of chaos. A cryptid he’s legally bound to protect and snuggle even if you refuse to let him half the time.

You’ll curl up in the weirdest spots: the top of the couch, in the empty laundry basket, or on top of his gaming chair while he’s using it. Once, he found you wrapped in a hoodie sleeve. “I don’t even- how??”

He tries to sneak in cuddles but you’re slippery. If you’re not in the mood, you will literally climb over him and leave the room. But if you’re needy? He’s not allowed to breathe wrong.

He still laughs about the time you hissed at Kaiser during a party. Full eye contact, angry little slap-slap-slap to his chest, and then stormed off with your tail (ie your ponytail) whipping behind you.

Karasu: “That’s my baby. Bite him next time.”

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First off, I have known you for around 10 minutes, but now I’m a dedicated fan, your writing is absolutely amazing! And love that you include EPIC in it, if it doesn’t bother you, could you do a Mexican!Yuu? Like a little Mexican chaos gremlin who insults with every insult known in South America, you can totally ignore this message btw, no problem, have a nice day!

(Combining these three) [Also thank you very much c0ralrubi and childofserpents[❁´◡`❁])

Grim: "You mean to tell me tamales come in different flavors?! And you make them for Christmas?! Gimme one!" Grim is obsessed with Mexican food but underestimates the spice levels. After one bite of a habanero salsa, he refuses to trust Yuu’s food recommendations. He also thinks alebrijes are real and keeps asking if he can have one as a pet.

Crowley: "A culture so rich in history, legends, and celebrations! Why, I must host a NRC Día de los Muertos event in your honor!" Crowley 100% butchers the execution of it and makes it look like a spooky Halloween party. Yuu threatens him in Spanish while wielding a chancla.

Crewel: "Your homeland embraces bold colors and statement pieces—how absolutely divine!" Crewel admires traditional Mexican embroidery and charro suits. He’d love to make custom traje de charro-inspired outfits for Yuu, with a modern twist.

Trein: "Mexican folklore is filled with such intricate tales… Tell me more about La Llorona." Trein is fascinated by Mexican horror legends. Yuu tells him about Nahuales and El Chupacabra, and he starts using them as cautionary tales in class.

Vargas: "You mean to tell me your people run with BULLS for fun?! That’s the kind of strength I admire!" Vargas is shook when Yuu tells him about Mexican rodeos and charreadas. He tries to challenge Yuu to a physical competition, but Yuu just smacks him with a lucha libre mask and runs away screaming "¡Viva México!"

Sam: "Ooooh, you got all kinds of magical folk legends? Tell me more about these aluxes!" Sam sees Mexican myths and traditions as an untapped business opportunity. He starts selling calaveritas and copal for "spiritual balance" at his shop.

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts: "You celebrate by smashing a piñata?! How… reckless." Riddle is horrified by the concept of piñatas. He gets hit in the face during a birthday party, and Yuu just yells, "¡Le pegaste al cumpleañero! ¡Córrele!" (You hit the birthday person! Run!)

Ace Trappola: "Wait, you have, like, a WHOLE holiday just for bread?! That’s sick!" Ace tries to get Yuu to share their pan de muerto. He also loves Día de los Inocentes, especially since he can pull pranks and blame it on a cultural holiday.

Deuce Spade: "Hold on—you have a whole fighting sport where people wear colorful masks?! That’s so cool!" Deuce becomes obsessed with lucha libre. He asks Yuu to teach him insults in Spanish so he can sound like a rudo (villain wrestler). He’s bad at them.

Trey Clover: "Wait, you put chocolate and chili together?! That actually sounds amazing." Trey loves Mexican desserts like churros, cajeta, and tres leches cake. He tries making mole and is deeply confused by the mix of chocolate and spices.

Cater Diamond: "Okay, but Magicam aesthetic—can I take a pic with your Día de Muertos ofrenda?" Cater is obsessed with Mexican aesthetics. He starts using phrases like "¡Órale, güey!" incorrectly and gets roasted by Yuu for it.

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar: "Hmph. Your people have strong warriors and deep traditions. I respect that." Leona admires Mexican fighters, from Aztec warriors to Lucha Libre legends. He’s also highly interested in the jaguar symbolism in Mexican culture.

Ruggie Bucchi: "Wait, wait, wait—you guys eat grasshoppers for snacks?! That’s actually kinda genius." Ruggie loves chapulines (fried grasshoppers) and asks Yuu for recipes. He also steals tamales and learns the hard way not to mess with the Rosca de Reyes baby.

Jack Howl: "Your people are really into loyalty and family, huh?" Jack deeply respects how important family and tradition are to Yuu. He’s super intrigued by Mexican legends about wolves, like El Cadejo.

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto: "So you’re saying these… alebrijes… are spirit guardians? Fascinating." Azul is intrigued by Mexican folklore, especially alebrijes and their meanings. He wants to see if he can profit off of them.

Jade Leech: "You honor mushrooms in your culture? How delightful!" Jade adores that some Mexican indigenous traditions view mushrooms as sacred. He asks if Yuu has ever tried special ones.

Floyd Leech: "YOU GUYS HAVE FIGHTING MASKS?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?!" Floyd immediately challenges Yuu to a lucha libre match and makes up his own wrestling persona.

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim: "Your celebrations sound so lively and exciting! Can I join?!" Kalim is absolutely in love with posadas, piñatas, and mariachis. He tries to dance to jarabe tapatío and nearly trips.

Jamil Viper: "Your food looks delicious, but I sense a dangerous amount of spice." Jamil is deeply suspicious of Mexican chiles. Yuu pranks him by telling him habanero salsa is “just tomato sauce.”

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit: "Your people emphasize beauty in tradition? I respect that." Vil admires the bold colors in Mexican clothing and makeup. He wants to create calavera-inspired makeup looks.

Rook Hunt: "Ah! The poetry of your culture! The passion!" Rook is obsessed with Mexican poetry and romanticism. He dramatically recites Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz poems.

Epel Felmier: "Y’all have weird apples, but I kinda like ‘em." Epel falls in love with tejocotes and ponche navideño. He gets super into Mexican cowboy culture.

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud: "Mexican mythology inspired, like, half of my RPGs…" Idia geekily rants about Quetzalcóatl and Xibalba. He thinks La Llorona is the best horror story ever.

Ortho Shroud: "So… Día de los Muertos is about remembering loved ones? That’s beautiful." Ortho loves the sentimental side of Mexican traditions.

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia: "You respect spirits and traditions? You are wise." Malleus deeply respects Día de los Muertos and wants to experience a Mexican graveyard celebration.

Lilia Vanrouge: "Ah, I remember the battles of your ancestors!" Lilia claims to have met Aztec warriors. He’s probably telling the truth.

Silver: Falls asleep mid Mexican legend.

Sebek: "YOUR PEOPLE RESPECT ANCESTORS?! FINALLY, SOMEONE SANE!"

RSA + Noble Bell:

Chenya: Steals pan dulce. Neige: Thinks Yuu’s culture is magical. Rollo: Disgusted by how loud Mexican parties are.

Extra Mexican!Yuu Chaos:

Randomly yells "¡No mames, güey!"

Calls everyone "cabrón" or "mijo."

Fights Leona with a lucha libre mask.

[cupidsworstcrime]

Mute!Roach x Deaf!F!Reader - blurb

I love the idea of mute!roach getting with someone deaf/mute as well and having a kid together. and since neither of his parents speak?? He takes after the biggest speaker in the family. Uncle johnny.

Baby Roach—who adamantly insisted he was not a baby anymore—was six years old and already a little menace in the best way. He wasn’t deaf like you, but he signed fluently, hands flying with the kind of confidence that could only come from growing up in a home where silence was never empty, only full of love.

He talked, too. Oh boy, did he talk.

And unfortunately, because neither you nor Roach were big on speaking aloud, he’d latched onto the next most vocal influence in his life: Soap.

So now you had this tiny, energetic boy with his dad’s big brown eyes and your expressive hands, who stomped around the apartment yelling things like “Tha’s no’ how ye tie yer boots, da’!” in the thickest Scottish accent imaginable. You couldn’t hear it, of course—but Roach made sure you knew.

He’d sign things like “He sounds like a Glaswegian goat” with a straight face, while you cackled.

And Soap? That man was so smug.

“Aye, that’s me legacy righ’ there,” he’d say proudly, ruffling the kid’s hair while the little one mimicked his every move. “Lad’s speakin’ proper now.”

Your mum was bewildered.

She watched her grandson run around with a plastic sword yelling, “A’m gonnae slice ye, dragon beastie!” and just blinked like her entire life had taken a turn. She could talk, after all. She had a perfectly lovely, gentle voice.

“Not fair he didn’t get my accent,” she muttered once, folding laundry while you laughed silently behind her. “I was right there during his baby years. Why does he sound like an irate pub regular?”

Roach just signed smugly: “Because we let Soap babysit. This is our fault.”

Still... when your son ran up and signed “Love you, Mama,” with that crooked little smile and a heavy Scottish “Love ye, Da!” thrown in after, you wouldn’t change a thing.

He was loud. He was wild. He was perfect.

Oh, by high school? It was game over.

Baby Roach—who by now insisted on going by something cooler like RJ or Roach Jr., depending on the day—wasn’t just a kid anymore. He was a full-blown Soap disciple. Swaggering into rooms like he owned the place, slinging wild idioms no one understood, pulling pranks so elaborate you were convinced Soap was feeding him blueprints in secret.

He’d grown into a sharp, fast-talking, sharp-signing gremlin with that same chaotic sparkle in his eye that Soap wore like a badge of honor. The two of them had their own language—part sign, part slang, part unhinged telepathy—and it drove the rest of the family insane.

Ghost, arms crossed and eternally unimpressed, would glare at RJ mid-rant and mutter something like, “This is what happens when you let feral Scots raise children unsupervised.”

Gaz would chime in with, “I was a responsible uncle. I bought him a chess set. He used the pieces to stage a war on a frog.”

Meanwhile, Soap was practically beaming, so proud of the havoc he’d helped nurture. “Tha’s my boy! Walkin’ disaster with style.”

And honestly… yeah. He was.

RJ had your heart, Roach’s eyes, and Soap’s flair. He still signed like a pro when he wasn’t running his mouth, still made time to sit beside you on the couch and tell you about his day in both voice and hand.

And sure, he got detention sometimes. Talked back to teachers with too much charm to punish properly. But when he pulled off a fundraiser prank that raised actual money for the deaf program at school? Or when he taught his friends how to sign just so you could follow their conversations during game night?

Yeah. He was a little chaos gremlin.

But he was yours. And Roach couldn’t be prouder.

[tonguetiedraven]

Yukio is a Pragmatic Babysitter and Rin is a Chaos Gremlin

Part two of my Critically Reading about Yukio. Part one is here.

We're going to look over a couple of chapter in this analysis with a focus specifically on Yukio's job and role as Rin's guardian and secret keeper, because god love him, Rin is not a secret keeper.

Have you ever tried to babysit a hyper toddler who doesn't listen to you? Yukio has. It's become Yukio's job at this point.

I also feel I should state that I am writing this as a middle sibling. I have both older and younger siblings and have, like most older siblings, been responsible for my younger siblings more than once. I have also been responsible for my older ones on more than one occasion, often to the point that I feel my own life on hold. But I am now an adult unlike these characters and have proper independence.

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When last we left our two leading characters, Rin had discovered he was sharing a dorm room with his twin and that Yukio had basically been set at his babysitter. Yukio had agreed to watch and protect Rin and knows he is his brother's babysitter.

Rin cannot let anyone know he is the son of Satan. If he does, Mephisto makes it seem very much like there will be an execution. These are the stakes they're playing with. The flames cannot be spotted and Yukio is responsible for guarding his brother and keeping those flames hidden. Rin is not to step out of line and ignite.

Should be fairly simple. Just go to school, go to cram school, get your meisters (once Rin learns what those are) pass the exam and certification, and hey-ho, we have exorcist Rin. Do not ignite and don't stand out. That's the end of chapter 2.

Both twins receive these instructions. Both twins do not follow these instructions. One twin follows it to the letter, one twin half asses it.

It is important to understand that about Rin. He doesn't typically go with things he disagrees with, and he is lazy. He doesn't understand anything about the world he's found himself in and thinks the rules and regulations in it are stupid. He is late for classes, sleeps through them when he can, and fails a lot of tests, possibly from lack of studying, though we don't really see a lot of his study habits. What we do see points to him not doing much of any of it until later on in the series when he starts to study more with his friends. (Namely Konekomaru, Shima, and Ryuuji.)

From the get go we know Yukio is smart. He is the sort of straight A honor student that drives siblings nuts for over achieving. When we find out he's had a job and been training since he was seven, it just pushes the stark difference between these two.

Rin: Lost a job in the first chapter of the manga on his first day.

Yukio: Has had a super secret job for two years while maintaining stellar grades. He also doubled up on that job. (Doctor and Dragoon meister.)

Rin: Somehow miraculously passed middle school despite fighting and not attending. Presumably Shirou begged a lot and went to a lot of parent teacher confrences.

Yukio: Graduated with honors and got the position of top student in the new class. A scholarship too.

Rin: Unpopular and prone to fights. People seem to typically dislike him at the first interactions. In a word? Rude.

Yukio: No one is better at being polite and managing that customer service smile at all times. Even Mephisto cracks that façade quicker than Yukio. Very popular with his classmates and praised by his fellow exorcists.

Rin: Won't follow through on tasks he deems dull or unimportant. (Candles are a great example.)

Yukio: Will do the mindless task even if he doesn't want to and will follow orders. (Until much later when he very dramatically won't.)

Rin: Knows nothing about the world of exorcists, Assiah, or Gehenna.

Yukio: Immensely well versed in it.

There are a lot more I could do, but this gives you the idea. These two brothers are immensely different with Yukio being the smarter and better equipped for their new circumstances in most every way.

Chapter 3 opens with Rin reading one of Yukio's mangas and not studying. Yukio takes it back and gives him a book to study.

First, Rin might have the fire powers but Yukio is the one doing the burns here. Bible for kids xD so rude and pointed. Each of the titles and font choices and illustrations are so good.

Two, the shot of Yukio's exorcist coat and Rin's school uniform is brilliant. The levels of skill and knowledge are right there, beautifully subtle. As is how put together Yukio looks and how sloppy Rin is. Kato does a lot of story telling like this. Details in the design and backgrounds that tell a lot.

Yukio tells Rin to study and is going on a mission. Rin does not want to study and wants to go on the cool mission he is not qualified for. He has no training at all and couldn't sit through a single class without making a scene. All of his demon fights and interactions so far have ended with flames.

Yukio points this out nicer than I would have.

Rin doesn't listen to the no and will honestly never listen to Yukio's no. At any point. The early chapters set this up very clearly. Yukio, who was given the assignment to guard and lead Rin cannot get his brother to listen to any of his orders.

They go to the Moriyamas' supply shop, and I plan on doing a separate post dedicated to Shiemi and Yukio's relationship later, so we're going to glance over this chapter and summarize it.

Rin is told to stay because there's a lot going on in this shop and you have to be a certain rank to even get inside it. He is told very specifically not to wander around and touch anything, and in typical Rin protocol, he's wandering around by the next page.

This is mostly because he's annoyed and frustrated at Yukio bossing him around. At this point I want to remind everyone that MEPHISTO PLANNED ON THIS. Mephisto the Manipulative King of Time and Space has played this rodeo before and is actively pushing and prodding at his pieces (he has referred to all the characters in the story as pieces on his chessboard) to get them to act certain ways. He wants this tension there. These boys are unknowing pawns in his hand.

Or Rin is at least. I rather believe Yukio is a knowing pawn.

Rin wanders off, breaks a demon warding gate, and gets called a demon by Shiemi.

Rin is indignant about this (his exact words are: "I...I'm not a demon! I'm not exactly human either, but... Don't judge me!!" I can only hope part of that was under his breath, lol.)

Things escalate here and it ends with Yukio manipulating Rin into being a distraction for the demon and exorcising it while Rin flames up and unsheathes his sword.

(I do wonder where the hell Miss Moriyama was to not see this. With her connections she'd definitely tell people about a blue flame boy causing chaos in the garden.)

Importantly three things happen here.

One: another tension between the twins is created. Shiemi. This will be in a separate post but I'm just acknowledging it here.

Two: Yukio shoots someone for the first time and we learn about nutrient bullets. They are magic type bullets that look real and apparently do no real damage. Yukio uses these all the time. Usually against Rin, but that'll be later.

Amazingly, I hear a lot about him shooting Rin and have never heard anything about shooting Shiemi, but then almost no one ever talks about when Shiemi is abused so guess you gotta be someone else for it to matter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I am opinionated on the way fandom treats Shiemi and the abuse, verbal, mental, emotional, and physical that she receives.)

Three: Shiemi joins cram school.

It has been one day of them working together and Rin has already not followed orders and Yukio had to rework his plan to anticipate that and did.

Chapter 4 is all about Ryuuji (my favorite character) and has no real Rin&Yukio advancement outside of Yukio telling Rin he should study like Ryuuji does, but does have an immensely important scene for Yukio at the end.

Yukio is standing by watching the drama of the reapers and Rin and Ryuuji fighting, and he is very clearly armed. Was he to shoot the reaper or Rin? Place your bets. Bearing in mind he has already failed to shoot Rin once when he did not have nutrient bullets.

Chapter 5 is an Izumo and Shiemi focused chapter and really only shows Rin actually sending for Yukio for back up and Yukio sweeping in to save the day.

Also it's important to note that we are five chapters into this story and Rin has flamed up in every single one of them, a little or a lot, and this one he very nearly did because he was trying to draw the sword in full view of Izumo and Shiemi. Rin also loses his shirt and the manga makes a gag about him trying to hide his tail, but don't forget that he has been ordered to hide who he is. Five chapters in and four of them have had that stipulation and Rin seems to be doing very little to really hide himself.

We the readers see all this through his point of view and symphathize with his choices. He has no training and doesn't know how else to fight anything, and he doesn't know a lot about the world to know what is and isn't dangerous. Each situation feels dangerous and like he has to flame up.

But he also won't study and learn other methods. Three of his classmates in the next chapter will show that they know how to fight a demon like this. All of them are in the same classes and have access to the same materials.

One of them will even step up and fight and be hiding a big secret themselves. Technically four of the classmates are hiding secrets at this point, but Shima is the one that can summon a god with his khakkara and just uses it like a bat instead. So it is possible to not reveal ones self and fight.

Rin had other ways, but as Yukio pointed out, he is a bit stupid and doesn't think things through.

Anyway, chapter six happens and the students are brought to the creepy dorm the twins live in for their 'practice' exams. A fight breaks out because Izumo is a bully and it escalates.

I also have to point out that the fight starts while Miss Angeline the aria teacher is in charge. She walks out of the room and leaves Yukio to deal with it. His coworkers are lazy and not a lot of help. Tsubaki has left a class to fend for itself so he could attend a booty call, and what we see of the others in Kyoto show that there is a serious lack of dependable teachers in True Cross. This directly puts more on Yukio's shoulders. He gets responsibilities from everyone.

The test happens and Rin runs off to try and pull the naberius away form the other students. This was a terrible idea especially when Yukio had just finished lecturing about exorcists not fighting alone. He left the other students to fight the remaining naberius alone and weakened the team. It also heightened suspicion around him when he defeated that demon alone. He didn't know there was a second, but he didn't do anything to check or make sure they were safe.

He reveals himself to Igor Neuhaus, the magic circles and summoning teacher, and that is the important beat for this chapter as far as the twins go.

Chapter seven is one I want to slow down and focus on because it has a lot of twin development and Yukio development. He's been more in the background for the last few chapters, and he shines in this one.

Post certification exam, Yukio catches Igor Neuhaus in the office and calls out to him.

We learn a few interesting things here. One, Yukio is a king at pointed business talk. All stern politeness here.

Two: Neuhaus knows who Rin is, Yukio knows he knows who Rin is, and they both know he swore to keep the secret. Rin knows none of this, of course.

Neuhaus gives Yukio some awful news. Mephisto Pheles told him to do it. To push Rin specifically and to try and make him feel in mortal danger push him to use his powers.

Yukio has been told to stop his brother and now he finds that the Demon King who ordered him to do that also told someone else to do the opposite, and Neuhaus knows Yukio is supposed to be the breaks but Yukio did not know Neuhaus was meant to be the gas, meaning that Pheles did not share equal information.

If he didn't tell Yukio that, it is like he has kept a lot else secret.

Yukio goes entirely into serious mode and lies.

Yukio very rarely believes anyone, and he doesn't believe Neuhaus.

Rin has, at this point, not shown himself in control of his emotions and only sort of shown himself in any kind of control of his powers. Yukio knows this first hand and has had to do most of the dealing with Rin's inability to do either of those things. He is the one cleaning up each of the messes and distracting everywhere he can so Rin isn't revealed.

Yukio will unhesitatingly lie to protect Rin and to misdirect when needed. We learn this early and cannot forget it. Rin is not always a dependable person to lean on for pov with his quick and often inaccurate assumptions, and Yukio is not always telling us the truth. These characters require us to pay attention.

More Yukio and Shiemi stuff happens, and we'll cover it later. It's enough to say he's trying to get Shiemi to decide if she wants to be an exorcist or not.

In the middle of their tea this happens.

Yukio has killer instincts. He is always thinking and analyzing something even if he looks to just be enjoying tea and smiling like all is well. Keep that in mind when you're reading. It holds true even when we're not viewing a scene from his pov.

It seems to hold fairly true for this scene as we see the next several panels showing Neuhaus seeming to stab a sleeping Rin, but psych! Yukio had already moved Rin and Neuhaus stabbed a pillow. Yukio is standing there behind him with his gun cocked and Neuhaus has walked into his trap.

Neuhaus summons a lot of hands and runs off and Yukio gives chase. They get to the roof and Rin wakes up, gets an explanation from Shiemi, and runs after both of them.

On the roof Yukio is trying to demand answers and not getting them. It is chapter seven and this will be an immense drive for Yukio. He will keep asking questions and keep not getting answers.

This too I think is a manipulation of Mephisto, and why Mephisto wanted Yukio to know that he gave Neuhaus the orders to be Rin's gas.

Anyway, Yukio seems to be losing (he isn't) and Rin arrives on the roof to take on the summoned monstrosity that Neuhaus created, and Neuhaus, and Yukio is left to his own devices. Rin is getting hammered and looks to be losing, and when things get terrible--

Yukio does what he was clearly planning to do the entire time and just breaks the chalk circle with his foot. Neuhaus himself told the entire class to do that if a summon gets out of control, and Rin even tells Izumo to do this.

This is probably the most useful thing we have learned in class and almost everyone makes this mistake at least once in the manga. Everyone but Yukio.

Neuhaus keeps trying to kill Rin and Yukio pleads with him to stop because Neuhaus is now at the dangerous point of blood loss and will probably kill himself in this endeavor. Neuhaus doesn't stop and stabs Rin through the gut with a summoned arm.

Rin diffuses the situation by telling Neuhaus he can take it and to keep dishing it out if that'll make him feel better, and Neuhaus walks off not to be seen again for quite a while.

Yukio hurries forward to do what he always does when he's frustrated. Lecture because Rin didn't listen to him and put himself in danger.

There are two thins I want to discuss here.

One, Rin sees no problem with just being torn the hell apart in a fight if it saves someone else from being injured, regardless of whether it is the best method forward. He sees himself as being able to take it so why bother thinking things through further than that? He can take the hit so he will take the hit and someone else can figure the rest of the plan out.

Two, Yukio will continue to grow more and more frustrated with this part of Rin and with any situation where Rin refers to himself as demonic or seems okay with the 'monstrous' parts of himself.

He does not want Rin to be a demon. He cannot accept the blue flames and what they mean for both of them. He doesn't want to see this part of Rin. He is obviously grateful Rin is healing, but it means Rin is more and more demon.

Shiemi comes up and berates Rin for bleeding all over the place and fighting her on patching him up. That leads to this:

This is about more than Shiemi picking the meister and choosing to be an exorcist. As an exercise on critical analysis, and a nod to teacher Yukio, I'd like to ask what you think it means for him as a character. What all is he referring to? What has Rin done that he can't? How does this further what Kato has already shown us about how these brothers see each other? Do you think Yukio's assessment is accurate? A bit rosy? A bit harsh?

The students all get told their exwires now and Mephisto pays for the cheapest kind of dinner as a reward. We know this is cheap because the poor students will continue to eat here because they be broke.

The chapter ends with this scene between Mephisto and Yukio.

Now I skipped over it, but in chapter 4 Mephisto called Amaimon the Demon King of Earth over specifically to continue testing Rin. He'll show up in a few chapters to beat the hell out of Rin.

Mephisto is openly lying here. He knows it and Yukio suspects it, and the way he is staring at Mephisto makes it obvious they both know Mephisto is full of shit.

Yukio is, as ever, polite. Polite and the slightest bit threatening, and thus the pawn pieces are moved and this pawn piece is showing that he is aware of the manipulation and not promising to be a compliant piece.

These handful of chapters set up a reoccurring cycle for the twins that is vital to understanding Yukio. Rin is impulsive and reckless and always putting himself and his secret at risk. He is wildly careless about his secret and it will result in his sword getting stolen, his flames being forced out, Shiemi nearly being crushed by a lot of rubble, and a large group of exorcists seeing him walk off a hard headbutt from a cat the size of an eighteen wheeler. And that's just a flyby of two chapters.

Over and over and over again Rin disobeys his directions and does what he thinks is best and it is usually on others stepping in to get him out of the situations. He has the power to probably handle things himself, but he is not to show that without forfeiting his life.

And likely Yukio's, thought Rin doesn't ever seem to think about that and might have changed his ways if he did.

Yukio is shown having to always stay on his toes and constantly be on guard against outside threats trying to manipulate Rin and Rin's own naivety or stupidity almost revealing him. Each chapter is pushing more and more responsibility on Yukio while Rin thinks of himself as getting more and more capable, though he has yet to show he is trustworthy.

He is loyal and willing to take any hit and won't stand by to watch violence, but that doesn't mean one can trust him. Yukio can't depend on him to follow any direction given and it is causing the weight of their shared secret -- that they're the sons of Satan and Rin has Satan's flames -- to fall unevenly on Yukio's shoulders. He is the one having to cover the tracks and manipulate the narrative and throw distractions to keep this secret.

It is important to bear this in mind when looking at Yukio as a whole. They are both the same age and both students at this school, but never once is Yukio treated as being the same age or treated as another student. He is always looked at to be the adult and responsible one. The one that should have let Rin know something or should have stopped something from happening. Always held as the responsible party for when things go wrong. Always the one looking a little deeper and not taking things at face value.

And this is just chapter seven.

I'll try and get us through to the forest training camp in the next installment, but we'll see how that goes because Shura is about to show up and make all of this deliciously more complicated.

As always, look up my tag '#raven rambles' for more of my analysis and aoex meta.

[trauma-official]

Hello! I'm Bruna[They/She/Him/It]! Host of these fucked up little beings (such as Sam[She/Her], Noah[He/They], Nissha[They/It], the little Trauma[It/They] and the other Bruna[She/They]). I'm friendly, so be nice and I will be nice too! :)

We decided to make a tumblr account for each one (except that me and the other Bruna will have the same account) soo..

@cat-loved for Sam.

@the-deity-of-rest for Noah.

@ant-oficcial for Nissha.

@writing-my-soul for Me and Bruna.

And this one for little trauma. And for each one of us since Trauma doesn't speak.

I'm a minor!!!

Also, I talk a lot about a lot of disturbing stuff that is not exacly the most safe for everyone's mental health. If you're easilly disturbed you should NOT follow this blog, please for your own happyness. I'm a horrible person. Go have fun somewhere else okay? Stay safe sweetheart, bye~ <3

Please, only send a dm if we're mutuals, and 18+ people, only if I contact first. (It's more of a request that a rule, but I would apreciate)

And please, don't ask for money. I'm too poor for that. 😭

This is a safe place for LGBTQ+ individuals :>

Also for the Furrys and Therians. Welcome too!

I don't really know how to introduce myself... well I'm Audhd, so please be patient with me. And am probably undiagnosed DID... so yeah, the username say it all. Also, I use a lot of terms or endearment and nicknames because I'm bad at remembering Names and Pronouns so i'm sorry if I make a mistake I try my best to remember. I also got this new habit of calling other people "babe"... and I mean it in the most aroaace way possible cuz to me "babe"="baby"="people that I care enough to help". So... yeah. Tell me if you don't like and I'll try to remember :>

I'm Aroace(aro>cupioromantic, Omniplatonic/ace>aegosexual), Polyplatonic. Also Trigender[Sam is a Cis woman, Noah a Trans man and both Nissha and Trauma are some kind of Agender entity, Plus the other Bruna is pretty much Trigender too).

●Games: Stardew Valley, Minecraft, Haverst Moon, BOMBERMAN, The sims, Gacha, Undertale, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, Sally Face, Fran Bow, Little Misfortune.

(Honorary fan of: Deltarune, Omori, Five Nights at Freddy's, Kirby, Bendy and the Ink Machine)

●Shows/Movies: Hilda, Dungeon Meshi, Adventure Time, Arcane, Demon Slayer, Gravity Falls, Lego Movie, Little Witch Academia, Most Disney(and related) films, some ghibli movies, Mako Mermaids, Sonic, Steven Universe, She-Ra, The Owl House, We bare Bears, Yokai Watch, Epic the Musical...

(Honorary fan of: Ninjago, My Little Pony, Over the Garden Walls, Pokémon, Harry Potter)

°• #TraumaWrites -> for when I post anything about my writing.

For some of my moot's that I feel that NEED to be here there it is: (if you want to be taken from here, or wanna come to feel free to tell me)

• @the-toaster-rat -> My dear rat, my dear friend. If you touch them you're dead. DEAD.

• @veeisanerd -> Is like a litte sibling to me, I will not permit damage to it's soul.

• @aspenindatree -> Another little sib, mah little cub, minha querida. <3

• @somekindofneurodivergency -> *sighs* es mi hermanito....<3

• @opaquelavender -> Mah fren, my sweet, my favorite <3

• @zithergiltscorner -> pretty greens and pinks, please never go away <3

• @f3ath3rflam3 -> My favorite witch <3 her spells do wonders •◇•

• @sparklykat-hideoutenthusiast -> EXCUSE ME PLEASE. SHE MADE FANART, FANART OF MY BOOK. I'M ALWAYS GONNA REMEMBER THAT!.

• And a honorable mention to others I haven't interacted much but I love to see on my dash and I hope are having great days: @silly-fox-and-its-stuffies @chernobylcatfish09 @emilem-forevermore @certified-woman-kisser @stuck-in-a-forest @chaos-gremlin @thelovelyvie (for making soup me) @silly-gizmo @preposterousray @eon-tries

Little thingys made by @mast3rsw0rd <3

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Avengers Group Chat: “This Chat Has PTSD”

(Participants: Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Y/N, and Emojibucky.)

Tony (aka Iron Sass):

Someone left a single slice of pizza in the fridge with one bite taken out of it.

Congratulations, you’re officially the worst type of villain. Worse than Thanos. I said what I said.

Y/N (aka Your Favorite Chaos Gremlin):

Bold of you to assume Thanos would waste food.

Unlike whoever thinks half-eaten pineapple pizza is an acceptable offering.

Clint (aka Hawkward):

Wait, who told you it was pineapple? I thought I hid that.

Bruce (aka Chill Hulk):

Clint. You labeled it “Hawkeye’s Secret Snack Stash.”

In Sharpie.

On the front.

Natasha (aka Professional Disappointment Detector):

You spelled “secret” wrong. You wrote “secrit.”

Steve (aka America’s Most Confused Grandpa):

Guys, please don’t fight. We’re a team.

Y/N:

Steve, sweetie, your bedtime was an hour ago. Let the children scream.

Tony:

Let’s focus on the real issue: Thor is still using Mjölnir to press the TV remote buttons.

He shattered volume control and now the Weather Channel is stuck screaming at 400 decibels.

Thor (aka God of Caps Lock):

I HAVE MASTERED THE SMALL RECTANGLE OF VISION

THE SCREAMING MAN SPEAKS OF CLOUDS AND DOOM

A WORTHY ORACLE

Y/N:

You’re watching the weatherman, Thor. He’s not an oracle. He’s Carl. From New Jersey.

Thor:

CARL OF STORMS IS MIGHTY

I WOULD FOLLOW HIM INTO BATTLE

Bruce:

He cries when the green screen glitches.

Tony:

Honestly, same.

Y/N:

Wait. Has anyone seen Bucky today?

Bucky (aka The Emoji Menace):

👀🧍‍♂️🕶️🔪

Tony:

Oh cool. He’s sending threats again. In Wingdings.

Clint:

Is that “watching silently with knives”?

Or “just vibing”?

Steve:

Buck, are you okay?

Bucky:

🤷‍♂️🧠❄️🔫💅

Y/N:

Okay so that translates to “brainwashed but fabulous.”

Iconic, honestly.

Thor:

TINY IMAGES OF EMOTION

I TOO SHALL PARTAKE

⚡🍗🛡️👑🔥👁️

Tony:

Thor, what does that even mean?

Thor:

“I CLAIM THIS FRIED CHICKEN IN THE NAME OF ASGARD AND I SHALL DEFEND IT WITH HONOR AND FLAMES”

Y/N:

I want that carved into my tombstone.

Bucky:

🍕👊💀💤🚪

Clint:

“Punching pizza to death and leaving dramatically.”

Wow. Art.

Natasha:

This is why I don’t check this chat before coffee. Or after. Or ever.

Tony:

He’s literally emoji-shitposting his way through this chat like a deranged hieroglyphic caveman.

Thor:

I CHALLENGE THE METAL ARM MAN

TO A BATTLE OF SYMBOLS

LET OUR FINGERS SPEAK WITH IMAGES

Bucky:

💪🧊🧼🖕🤡☠️

Y/N:

Oh. Oh he came to play.

Tony:

Translation: “Strong, cold, clean, flipping you off, you clown, die.”

This is poetry. This is what Shakespeare feared.

Thor:

🔥🌩️🐍🐔⚔️🍑🚽

Bruce:

…Did Thor just say “burn, thunder, snake, chicken, fight, butt, toilet”?

Clint:

Yes.

And I think it was a threat and a proposal.

Bucky:

🤨🧻💣🎯🦴🐺💋

Y/N:

Okay I think that one was “try me, toilet paper bomb target bone wolf kiss.”

We’re entering cryptid mode.

Tony:

We’re beyond that. We’re in cryptid FLUENT territory.

Steve:

Guys… what happened to simple team bonding?

Natasha:

This is bonding.

Thor and Bucky are flirting in violence emojis. It’s beautiful.

Y/N:

Some people send flowers.

Others send 🗡️🪦👁️🚬 and call it romance.

Thor:

MY LOVE LANGUAGE IS 🔨💥🧃🕺🕊️

Tony:

Translation: “Hit stuff, explode, juice, dance, peace.”

Sounds like a Friday night with Thor.

Bucky:

💅🚬😎🧼🍷⚰️

Y/N:

Yup. That’s his way of saying “murder is self-care.”

Bruce:

We need supervision. Or an exorcist.

Clint:

I say we let it happen.

Let them emoji battle until only one survives.

Steve:

Guys, focus. Mission briefing in 10.

Y/N:

Steve, read the room.

The mission now is figuring out if 🍑🚽🔥🐔 is a coded insult or an ancient Asgardian blessing.

Tony:

I’m gonna go drink and scream into a pillow now.

Group chat: muted for eternity.

Thor:

I HAVE WON THE EMOJI WAR

ALL SHALL KNEEL BEFORE MY 🔥🍗🌩️💪

Bucky:

🖕😴🏆

Y/N:

And that’s how Bucky just dropped the mic using a middle finger, nap, and a trophy emoji.

Ladies and gentlemen, he is risen.

Natasha:

Burn this chat. Salt the earth.

[Chat name changed to “🔥💀 Noodle Beasts Reloaded 💀🔥” by Thor]

Steve:

…Why is this my life?

Y/N:

Because you love us.

Now shut up and send a gif, coward.

[twst-blueoctopi]

hey so how do you think Lilia vanrouge would deal with his human s/o having met the dream past self of our Lilia, later on s/o and him get to discussing past Lilia while hanging out normally. And s/o’s like “you were way more chaotic in the past, and been through a lot, but how you are makes so much sense to me now. Did it bring up a lot of things in your head for you? :)”. Asking him if he’s ok after sort of re experiencing everything that happened, if he wants to talk about any good times or bad times or how much of a gremlin he was. And then jokingly at some point, “ is that why the kitchens a war zone with you? Gotta expel that energy somewhere, I guess?” They personally enjoy Lilia being chaotic sometimes. S/o doesn’t seem put off by how rough Lilia was in the past. Still in love with him?

im sorry, this was kinda hard for me to read with my undiagnosed ADHD ahh ㅠㅠ

Initial Reaction: A Soft Smile, a Hidden Ache

Lilia is used to keeping his past his. Not out of shame, but because it's heavy—laced with bloodshed, sacrifice, duty. When his s/o mentions having met his past self, there's a flicker of surprise, then a smirk—classic Lilia.

"Ah, so you've met the gremlin general. I'm amazed you’re still standing."

But beneath that smirk is a guarded softness. He knows that era was darker, messier—and while he's not ashamed, he is keenly aware of how rough-edged he once was.

When They Bring It Up Casually: “You were way more chaotic in the past…”

This kind of comment would absolutely earn an amused laugh from him—a rich, fanged grin, a little playful glint in his eyes.

“Well, war is chaos, my dear. What else was I supposed to be?”

But when s/o gently asks:

“Did it bring up a lot of things in your head for you?”

—that's when the tone shifts.

Lilia respects emotional intelligence deeply, especially in someone he loves. He doesn’t brush off the question. He probably takes a moment. His face softens. He might even look away, thoughtful.

“...It did. More than I expected, honestly. There were faces I hadn’t seen in centuries… feelings I’d long packed away. Funny how memory works — the scent of fire, the taste of battle, even the laughter of comrades long gone. It all came back.”

This moment—of being seen—means everything. Because Book 7 Lilia is letting go. Of his youth, of immortality, of the role he played. If his s/o can see all of him—past and present—and still love him?

That’s what would anchor him.

S/O Asking If He Wants to Talk About the Good or Bad Times

He'd say yes. Maybe not everything, not all at once. But he'd offer little windows.

He wouldn't turn it into a sob story. He’s still Lilia—but he’d be honest.

“You know, for all my mischief… sometimes I still hear the cries of the battlefield when it’s too quiet. But then I hear your voice, and the world feels like it’s moved on. That helps more than you know.”

“Is that why the kitchen’s a war zone with you?”

He’d cackle. Full-on, eyes-closed laugh.

“Exactly! I must channel the ancient spirit of destruction into something! It’s either that or sword duels at dawn.”

He loves that you’re not put off by his chaos—even that you enjoy it. That lightness, that affection, means he doesn’t have to compartmentalize anymore. He can be mischievous and mournful, experienced and energetic, flawed and loved.

Does He Believe You Still Love Him?

At first, he might test it. Not because he doubts you, but because he's used to others fearing or idealizing his power—rarely accepting him as a whole person.

But the more you prove that:

You don’t flinch at his past.

You see his history and honor it.

You still smile at his burnt pancakes and backflips in the living room.

The more his heart settles. Quietly, deeply.

“You’ve seen the general. You’ve seen the fool. And you’re still here. How lucky am I?”

[padawan-snack-packer]

✨May the Fourth Be With You: Things to Do (That Don’t Require a Jedi Council Meeting to Approve)!!!✨

BESTIES!!! HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH!! ✨🚀💥

Okay so LISTEN!!! I have been pacing my space-quarters (aka my room) for two days straight trying to figure out what to do for Star Wars Day besides the classics like:

“Watch all the movies” (which, duh, obviously you should do)

“Replay SWTOR or Battlefront” (please wreck people as Leia in my honor)

“Rewatch Rebels and cry over the Space Fam” (which I also highly recommend, especially if you need a good sob in the fetal position)

But THEN I was like... what about the UNHINGED STUFF. The crafting chaos. The snack-based roleplay. The 'I taped googly eyes to my broom and called it a droid' vibe. What about THAT.

So I have compiled for you—a fellow creature of the Force, glitter, and ADHD—this list of alternate, cursed, fun, creative, and very serious Star Wars Day activity propositions (because "ideas" sounds too chill and we are on a mission from the Maker today).

Some are crafty. Some are snacky. Some are just... rituals. Some involve pretending you're a Mandalorian babysitting Grogu at a Walgreens. Do all of them. Do one of them. Do them with friends, your cat, or your homemade Force-sensitive droid that’s just a blender with a mood.

Let this be the year you say “May the Fourth” and truly mean it.

Now go forth, Jedi trash gremlins, Sith chaos goblins, and Mandalorian art school dropouts—and make this the weirdest, sparkliest Star Wars Day yet.

(Also if you want recipes, printable sheets, Lulu plushie tutorials, or dramatic Star Wars quotes rewritten as Mad Libs about toast and therapy, hit me up because I am READY.)

Hide Loth-cats Around Your House Draw some goofy Loth-cats (bad art encouraged), cut them out, and sneak them into random places—bookshelves, cereal boxes, someone's sock drawer. Say there's been a smuggling mishap with an Imperial crate from Lothal and the cats are loose. Tell your roommates/kids/stray Mandalorians they’re on a secret mission to find them before they shred the furniture. Bonus: make one look suspiciously like Ezra.

Make Star Wars Friendship Bracelets Yes. Like it’s summer camp and you’re in a galaxy far, far away. Use colors for characters (black, brown, red, and blue = Anakin; orange, blue, white= Ahsoka, etc). Don’t you roll your eyes—Anakin would’ve absolutely made one for Obi-Wan in a tragic attempt at expressing feelings. Give one to your friend and say, “This is the way.”

Take Your Grogu Plush on Adventures Strap that baby in the car. Take him to the grocery store. Set him at your desk like he’s supervising. Snap photos and post them like you're Din Djarin and your green war criminal toddler is once again touching things he shouldn’t. Add captions like “Refused to nap, bit a cashier. Proud of him.”

Make a DIY Lightsaber... but Bad Paper towel rolls. Wrapping paper tubes. A broom handle. Light-up chopsticks. Go nuts. Decorate them with duct tape and delusion. Challenge someone to a duel at lunch. No real injuries, only bruised egos.

Galaxy-Inspired Art Time Paint a tiny galaxy with watercolors, chalk, nail polish—whatever chaos medium you choose. Doesn’t have to be accurate. In fact, make up a planet and give it a ridiculous name like “Glorpflak 7” and say that’s where your OC is from. Hang your art like you're decorating your X-wing locker.

Make Star Wars Bookmarks Get crafty. Draw Sabine graffiti art. Paint a moody Kylo Ren. Or, better yet, just print a picture of Obi-Wan looking disappointed and write “I find your lack of reading disturbing.” Stick it in your favorite book and let him silently judge you.

Host a “Council of Chaos” Snack Meeting Grab some friends (real or stuffed) and have a snack-based Jedi Council. Give everyone a Star Wars name. Eat blue snacks only. Elect the most dramatic person as Yoda. Argue about whether Anakin was right (he wasn’t). End in snacks and betrayal.

Write “Canon-But-Shouldn’t-Be” Headcanons Why did Obi-Wan name himself Ben? Do Ewoks have opinions on modern fashion? Would Rex listen to sad clone indie-pop? Write one-sentence headcanons and text them to your friends like it’s a cursed prophecy.

Build a “Trash Droid” Tape googly eyes onto a soup can. Add arms made of pipe cleaners and a weird personality. Boom. You’ve adopted a garbage droid named Blorp who thinks they’re fluent in Sith but is just swearing. Be nice to them.

Create a “Mandalorian Babysitter Log” Draw little journal entries or logs as if you’re a stressed Mandalorian writing down the chaos of babysitting Grogu. “Day 4: Child swallowed a frog. Denied it. I saw it. Frog is now hopping inside his mouth. Send help.”

Rename Everything in Your House With Star Wars Labels Toilet = Sarlacc Pit. Sink = Kamino Waterfall. Couch = Wampa Nest. Fridge = Carbonite Storage. Stick post-it notes on everything. Let the madness unfold.

Invent a New Sith Name Put “Darth” in front of something you fear or something mildly inconvenient. Darth PublicSpeaking. Darth SlowWiFi. Darth FlatSoda. Write it in your bio for the day.

Cook Like You’re on the Jedi Temple Cafeteria Staff Listen, do you think Jedi magically eat healthy? No. They have a cafeteria and Obi-Wan definitely brings a sad salad to meetings. But YOU? You're cooking today. You’re the head chef on the Death Star and you're putting BLUE MILK in everything like a menace. Make blue milk, Grogu’s bougie macarons, Anakin's “I burned this toast with the Force” sandwiches, or Obi-Wan’s Sadboy Stew™. Want recipes? I GOT YOU. You just say the word and I will summon them like a Holocron of chaos.

Make a Lula Plushie (Or Horrific Approximation) Yes, the Lula. It’s soft, it’s sacred. Can’t sew? Doesn’t matter. Use socks. Use felt. Use GLUE AND PRAYERS. Name it something increasingly unhinged like “Sir Scurrington of Lira San” and make it your emotional support chaos animal for the day. Take photos of it like it's your child. “First time touching grass.” “Learning to read.” “Biting a senator.”

Create a Star Wars Cooking Show Skit Put on an apron, grab a spoon, and become “Chef Vader.” Tell the camera (aka your phone propped up with a water bottle) that today you're making “Force-Flambéed Tatooine Toast” and “Boba's Boba.” Make up fake sponsor segments. “This episode is brought to you by Dex’s Diner Grease Wipes!™ - When the Force isn’t enough to clean up the mess.” Bonus: make your friends watch it. They can’t escape.

Build a TIE Fighter Out of Snacks Graham crackers, Oreos, marshmallows—yes, it’s time to construct a snack-sized star war. If it collapses, congrats, you're a true Imperial engineer. If it flies? You're terrifying and probably a war criminal. Eat your ship like the New Republic would want.

Design Your Own Sith Lord… Out of Random Craft Supplies Gather whatever cursed items you have: pipe cleaners, feathers, googly eyes, a toilet paper roll. Create a figure and name them something like Darth Confettius or Lady Crayola the Terrible. Write a tragic backstory. "Once a respected glue stick in the Jedi archives, now seeks revenge on all who denied her sparkles."

Make Lightsaber Snacks and Refuse to Share Dip pretzel rods in colored candy melts to make edible lightsabers. Then, aggressively wave them at anyone who asks for one and whisper, “Only a Sith deals in snacks.”

Host a Force Cooking Challenge Tell your roommates/family/imaginary clone squad that you must now cook—but only using “Force powers.” No hands. Wooden spoons in your mouth. Utensils taped to elbows. The food will be awful. You will feel powerful. This will be funny asf, sorry not sorry.

Create a Star Wars Playlist and Pretend You're DJ Rex at Oga's Cantina Make a playlist where half the songs are actual Star Wars scores, and the other half are just unreasonably chaotic picks like “Mr. Brightside” (for Anakin) or “WAP” (for Hondo Ohnaka, don’t ask). Put on sunglasses and introduce each song like, “This next one goes out to the Jedi who died in Order 66… it’s Stayin’ Alive.”

Make Star Wars Terrariums Go outside. Grab moss. Tiny rocks. A weird stick. Put them in a jar and say “this is Dagobah now.” Add a plastic frog and call it “Yoda’s real cousin, Broda.” Bonus points for narrating its tragic backstory like it’s a documentary.

Invent Your Own Star Wars Holiday Forget May the Fourth. Today is Boonta Pie Day. It’s about racing, betrayal, and excessive dessert. Make up a whole ritual. Chant. Bake a pie. Duel someone. Wear oven mitts like gauntlets.

Build a Shrine to Your Favorite Star Wars Character A corner. A shelf. A weird pile on your bed. Decorate it with random objects that “represent” them. A spoon = Anakin (edgy, useful, easily bent). A candle = Ahsoka (glows, but also burns). A rock = Zeb. Add weird fan art, a post-it that says “he’s trying his best,” and worship accordingly.

Unhinged Star Wars Mad Libs Take a serious Star Wars quote and make it ridiculous: _"Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to ____. ______ leads to suffering." Now read it with conviction like you’re in front of the Jedi Council. (Suggestions: “Fear leads to burnt toast. Burnt toast leads to therapy. Therapy leads to suffering.”)

And bestie—if you need more ideas, more crafts, more chaos, more weird Star Wars Day energy—drop a comment and I will RUN to you like Merrin sprinting full-speed to play tongue twisters with Cal Kestis after downing three espressos and a spite potion.

I got you. This is the Way. 💫💥