#(and that often involves a LOT of questions)

[ilovetenna]

One of the most interesting things to me is Tenna’s ability to change size (and shape, though that is considerably limited). This ability isn’t the most consistent thing in terms of its context and application, so this is trying to make sense of it beyond simply “it’s just funny.”

First of all, Tenna’s size changing is dependent on his emotions. I feel this is relatively clear considering what happens in Ch3, but I think it’s worth reiterating since there are some confusing things involving his emotions and the fun meter.

Now, at first glance we could argue that his size is dependent on this fun meter. And I feel that on the surface this tends to add up. Generally, the higher the fun, the bigger he is, and the lower the fun, the smaller he is. But there are some variations in this that show he isn’t fully bound to the fun meter, and instead is more dependent on his overall emotions. A good example of this is the dead fun meter during the doom board sequence.

As you can see, he is full size. However the fun meter is fully depleted for obvious reasons. I feel that this shows the fun meter is separate from him, like a show prop of some kind. Though I still like interpretations that bond him to the fun meter, it can make for some silly jokes.

Nevertheless, this raises some questions. If his size is dependent on his emotions, then what emotions specifically make him larger or small?

The answer, from what I can tell, is that all strong emotions will make him bigger, but sadness and hopelessness are the ones that make him shrink.

The moments in which he is at his smallest always show him despairing. Whether it be a silly despair like in his introduction sequence, or after his fight, it’s still sadness nevertheless, and once he lets it consume him, he shrinks into… A tiny ant.

This is an important distinction to make between negative emotions and sad emotions. If he shrank with all negative emotions, then fear would also shrink him, and I don’t believe that to be true. During the whole TV world situation, he can be seen experiencing various forms of fear, like when he is trying to find Kris & Co. after they escape, or when he is begging people to not leave him. It is very clear that he is afraid in these scenes, as he talks frantically and misses details going on around him in order to fixate on one goal. If these emotions shrunk him, he would be much smaller way more often.

So now that we have narrowed down what technically makes him shrink and grow, let’s talk about why this is narratively interesting.

I have seen a variety of jokes about Tenna being a child of divorce. While I feel that is only one interpretation of his character, it is something that I find to be… An accurate description nevertheless. Not to get personal, but I am also a child of Divorce, and I can see very clearly how the impacts of fighting parents are reflected in Tenna. I think that this reading of his character is also supported by his size changing ability.

Think of it this way: When Tenna gets sad or upset or hopeless, he shrinks. He looks pathetic. He, intentionally or not, becomes small and vulnerable. He almost becomes “childlike” in that vulnerability, which parallels the idea of a child despairing through splitting parents. In his intro sequence, he very vocally expresses his distress to Kris & Co., but was surprised when they actually wanted to play with him. His smallness is trying to express his loneliness and despair so that maybe, just maybe, someone will care. However, whatever happens, he becomes complicit and follows along even if it means certain despair. His associations with childlike fears, emotions, and wants is something that, I feel, should not be ignored.

Considering Deltarune has a lot of themes about childhood neglect, abandonment, etc., Small Tenna’s behavior is not there for nothing. In a way, in those moments, perhaps he represents a Susie who wasn’t able to get over despair and make a friend. Perhaps he represents a Kris who was isolated and lonely during the divorce. But that’s getting into fanfic territory, and is stepping away from simply pointing out some observations on the source material.

When Tenna is large, we can see that he is much more capable of handling and managing complex things. He can run a show, even. But his smaller self does not want for grander things, and does not wish to make these larger things real. He wants simple things; love, attention, connection. If you are familiar with psychology, you may recognize these as “basic needs” in some models of thought.

That’s preeeetyyyy much all I have for this one. TLDR: Tenna Small = Sad & Hopeless Tenna. Tenna Large = Any Other Emotion Tenna. His mood is very visible and I feel that his sadness parallels other character’s struggles too.

[drowninginredink]

(╹ -╹)? so what would your suggestions for writing an aplatonic character be?

Hmm... Okay well, maybe this is a bad point to start off on, because it involves me making an assumption about whoever is reading this, but I'm going to start with it anyway because it's what I thought about first. I figure that if you're asking this question, there's a pretty high chance you're some flavor of aspec. I think alloplatonic aces and/or aros are the ones most likely to want to give other aspecs representation. And if that is the case and you are somewhere on the a-spectrum, the biggest thing I can say is that if you ask me, all aspec experiences are the same. Like yes, the way society treats romance, sex, friendship, family, etc are all different and so being aro, ace, apl, afam, etc are all different, but so many of the basic experiences repeat.

You hear a lot of aces and aros talk about how they either picked someone at random to say was their crush as a kid, or they just picked the person who seemed nicest. They weren't aware that other people didn't choose one by some method, they had actual feelings for them they couldn't control. Similarly, when I ended up in different classes and a different lunch than all my friends in school and quickly discovered that if I didn't want to have lunch alone, I needed to make new friends, what did I do? I found a person who had a lot in common with me (at the time, being very good at school and coming from a conservative Christian background) and went "yeah, I should probably try and be her friend." There was absolutely no emotional desire—it was just logic.

And a lot of this applies to all queer identities, honestly. How many stories do we hear about someone coming out as bi, and their mom says "oh, I just thought everyone was interested in girls and boys?" We all just assume that our experiences are normal. So just as a trans person might have assumed that everyone feel disconnected from their bodies or an aromantic might assume that crushes are exaggerated to create drama in media, an aplatonic might assume that everyone only really cares about their friends when they're there and doesn't miss them when they're gone. They probably aren't going to understand why some people are so reluctant to try new things if they don't know anyone there, because to them, whether they're surrounded by strangers or friends doesn't make much difference. Etc.

So that's one thing I'll say. You can very much take your own experience of what queerness is like and map it onto the norms about friendship.

I think one thing that is important to mention is that if we are comparing to other aspec experiences, you'll see a lot of narratives, both in fiction and real life, where aro and ace characters have never been in those kinds of relationships because they never wanted them. That's almost impossible to have as an aplatonic. Even if you were the kid who was ostracized for one reason or another, there's always that one exception. People will try to adopt people who have no friends. People will declare themselves your friend even if you just see them as "that person I carpool with to rehearsal and talk to sometimes." It is almost never socially acceptable to say "no, actually I don't want to be friends." If you're a child, you'll often get punished for it; if you're an adult, you usually have to nod along to whatever they say and pretend to care and hope that eventually they notice that you'd prefer to be left alone. Obviously aplatonics with friends and who like having friends exist (hell, I'm one) but even those who don't tend to have someone just because it is extremely hard to be completely left alone if you participate in anything at all. And even if we might not consider the people we do hobbies with or talk to sometimes friends, that doesn't always go both ways.

And of course, you do need some kind of support network in the world. If you're alloromantic, aplatonic, and monogamous, you might want your partner to be the person who meets all of your needs and is everything for you... but that might not be practical. They might not like that. And if you're not in that kind of relationship, you may end up having friends for utility. It's easier to find a sexual partner if you can go along with also being their friend. Again, you might want someone to talk to about a hobby or shared interest, and in order to get that, you also have to perform the role of friendship.

The whole idea of friendship needing to have a purpose or reason or place is a big thing to me. Like, as a kid, I didn't make any friends in my dance classes for years, and I didn't care because in my eyes, I wasn't there for socialization, I was there because I liked to dance. So who cares? But meanwhile, at lunch in school? Friends have a purpose at lunch. You need a place to sit, and you need something to entertain you while you eat. So finding people to be with at lunch is important. Recess is the same way. At work? I have absolutely no interest in being friends with my coworkers. I'm at work to do work. Even if I have downtime, I still generally want to spend it on some other kind of "work" like writing. If I want to friend, that's a separate activity. I friend in my free time.

So to me, being aplatonic means I think about people's specific roles in my life and what they fill, instead of just the vague idea of friendship and that I like having people around. One friend is useful as a writing partner who I do writing sprints with. Another is nice because they're in a different time zone, so they're often awake and around during the part of work where I get bored and all my friends are asleep. Another has known me through all my mental health struggles and is generally a great listener, so they're useful to talk to about that stuff because they already have all the necessary context and immediately understand things. And yeah, as I mentioned before, another is just a really good lay, but we aren't going to only screw for twelve hours straight, so friendship does happen in the breaks in between.

And a final note — being aplatonic means I really don't mind leaving people behind. If someone moves away? I enjoyed them while it lasted, but I'm not going to be super inclined to keep things going. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. A play I'm in ends, so I won't be seeing that group of people every day anymore? Even though I really enjoyed working with them, I'm not going to mind or miss them especially. If someone actively ends a friendship with me? Well that's different. That's a form of rejection, and could be the result of me hurting them in some way or an argument that went badly. All of that is going to sting, if nothing else, because it's a form of failure. I did something wrong. But if circumstances change or we just grow apart? I'm not going to mind.

I've said this before, but that's the aplatonic story I'd really like to see. So many stories are about people who go on some big quest or adventure, and in the process it ends up creating these strong unbreakable bonds between them. They're closer than brothers now. They will never be separated again. You can see that everywhere from Lord of the Rings to Shrek and Donkey. I want to see the story where the group gets along well and they accomplish everything they set out to do, but at the end they all go their separate ways again. There aren't any hard feelings. If they run into each other again in their travels, they'll greet each other happily. They wouldn't mind working together again. But they aren't trying to stay together or stay in touch, either. It happened, and now it's over, and they're more than happy to move on.

... Shit that was long. Well I hope it was helpful!

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Just a little random something I thought up. Let’s say that for Aizawa, Mount Lady and Izuku(optional) meet a vigilante while they’re out on patrol. The person tries to act all cool and edgy and the first time around they manage to get away before they’re caught, but the next time they meet they do catch them and come to find that the person is actually a total klutz when it comes to everything that doesn’t involve fighting. Very specific I know but boredom gives people ideas🤷🏽‍♂️

Ooh, this was a fun request. I think the premise might have shifted in my head a bit while I was writing, but I hope this is still fun to read?

Characters: Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Takeyama Yu/Mount Lady, Midoriya Izuku/Deku

Contents: gn!reader, klutz!reader, vigilante!reader

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

It's hardly Aizawa's first run-in with a vigilante. He's even collaborated with them in the past, overlooking the letter of the law when there was something greater at stake. He's something of a Lawful Good alignment, with some flexibility in the rules where logic or the greater good supercede the actual law.

So when he first encounters you, his first instinct isn't to haul you to the police station. You could have useful intel, so he'll at least feel you out first (not like that).

His capture weapon comes flying toward you, intending to snare you and get some information out of you. Aizawa lets out a frustrated grunt when you nimbly dodge the loops of his scarf.

"You can't catch me that easily!" you spout off, not quite able to believe that your luck finally paid off. "Work a little harder, hero!"

Always one to get out while you're ahead (which isn't something that happens often), you beat it, not trusting your ability to dodge him a second time. Aizawa is left behind, annoyed but not deterred. He's seared you into his overtired mind, and next time you pop up, he'll be ready.

What he's not prepared for is to be walking down an alleyway two weeks later and almost be nailed in the head by a falling roof tile. Looking up, he sees you, dangling from the edge of the roof by your fingertips, legs flailing.

"What the hell?"

He springs into action, looping his scarf around fire escapes to scale the side of the apartment block. He lassoes you and drags you back onto the roof, scoping out the area.

"Where's the villain?" he asks.

You're confused. Grateful to be alive, but confused. "What villain?"

"The one who pushed you off the—" Aizawa registers your increasingly sheepish expression, and his eyes narrow. "You slipped, didn't you."

It's not a question, just a flat, merciless statement of fact. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he debates what to do with you. Really, he should turn you over to the police, because you're a danger to yourself and others.

"You might want to consider getting a day job."

"Aah, yeah, I accidentally set the last place I worked on fire, so..."

"..."

Takeyama Yu/Mount Lady

Mount Lady doesn't run into a lot of vigilantes while she's in the field. This is mostly down to logistical reasons—it's safer to stay the hell away from her when she uses her Quirk, unless you want to be a flat vigilante.

At first, she just assumes she's talking to another Pro Hero after she comes across you stopping a handbag thief. To be perfectly honest, she doesn't pay much attention to anyone below the top forty or so, so she just assumes you're some local D-lister she's never heard of before.

That is, until she tries to discreetly search the Hero Network for your profile so she can act like she knows your name, and instead digs up an alert from a month ago, listing someone who looks very similar to you as a vigilante.

Her head snaps up from her phone. You lock eyes.

She knows.

You know she knows.

You bolt, fully expecting your shitty reflexes to give out on you at any second. You can feel the ground shake as she gigantifies behind you, and you trip, managing to keep enough forward moment to dodge the giant hand that swipes at you, trying to grab you.

You squeeze down a narrow alley where she can't follow you, and vanish as quickly as a mouse back into its hole.

Mount Lady is fuming that you, a vigilante, managed to outrun her, a fully-trained Pro Hero. She doesn't have any strong opinions on vigilantes, but it's galling to be outwitted by an amateur.

She starts making that spot part of her regular patrols, hoping to catch sight of you again. You won't evade her this time!

It happens without warning one day. Mount Lady spots the edge of your cloak zipping down an alley. Before you can exit the alley, a giant foot slams down in front of you, blocking your path. You try to double back—

Only for your feet to go flying out from underneath you, turning you horizontal in the air and slamming you down on your back. Laying there, winded, you have a perfect view of Mount Lady's face staring at you incredulously from between the two buildings.

"Did you literally slip on a banana peel. Like a damn cartoon character?" she asks.

You wheeze. "Yeah."

"...you might as well go home, kid. You're more of a danger to yourself than anyone else, and I'm too embarrassed to put this in a report."

Midoriya Izuku/Deku

At the complete opposite end of the spectrum from Mount Lady is Deku. The moment he lays eyes on you, he knows you're not a Pro Hero, simply because he knows all the heroes. Every single one.

For a split second, he thinks you must be a villain. That is, until he sees you (at least trying to) apprehend a petty thief or rescue a cat stuck up a telephone pole. Then he realises what you actually are: a vigilante.

Deku's not really sure what to make of you. Of all the overpowered heroes and villains he's met, Deku's never actually met a vigilante. They're somewhat rare. It takes a very particular kind of person to risk their lives and jail time to do hero work without any of the money or recognition that Pro Heroes get.

Deku knows this, because he's exactly that type of person. If he'd got All Might's Quirk but failed to get into UA or any of the other hero programs, there's a high chance he could have become a vigilante himself.

He doesn't approach you with the intention of arresting you; he's just curious, and slightly conflicted. The law is the law, but how can he fault someone for having the same drive as himself?

Only for you to immediately go on the defensive, tossing a smoke bomb at his feet. He covers his mouth and nose, straining to see through the smoke.

"Sorry, kid, you're not in class anymore," comes your voice as you make your escape.

Deku is momentarily nonplussed by how corny that line is, like something out of a children's hero manga. By the time the smoke clears, you're gone, and Deku just has more questions.

It bothers him for several weeks, and in true Deku fashion, he scours the internet and local news for mentions of a vigilante matching your description. Apart from a few obscure social media posts or enthusiast blogs, there's not much. It reinforces his assumption—you're new to this.

The next time he sees you, Deku tries to defuse the situation. "Wait! I just want to talk!"

You already have a smoke bomb ready to toss, but try to grab it back at the last moment, only to fumble it and drop it at your own feet. Smoke pours out of the cracked shell, stinging your eyes, nose and throat. You start coughing helplessly, and a bemused Deku has to help you out of the mess of your own making.

"So...you might want to work on your aim as well as your one liners..."

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[justabrowncoatedwench]

OP, two questions though only one is likely actually pertinent: *when* in the sequence of needing to go to the ER do you *tell* the people in your life you need to go to the ER? Is it typically only after you're already on the way to it by yourself, have already gotten there, have already gotten *back* from the ER, or early enough that they can actually be involved in the process in some way? A lot of time, ime, if people aren't aware of a situation until you're already handling it or have handled it, they can't or won't try to insert themselves in a helpful manner into what you've clearly got locked down. As the person above me said and illustrated in their story, a little communication can go a long way.

Two, how frequently are your partners needing to go to the ER? Your parents? I can't speak to your parents, that's 100% weird to me that they aren't still invested in taking care of you, but from other posts I am less surprised cuz a LOT seems not normal in the way they cared for you growing up too. Anyway, this question is kind of less helpful because, again I can only speak to my experience, but most people aren't frequenting the ER, so the need to go frequently due to chronic illness or any other reason is not a default mentality for most people, and frequency can on occasion degrade a person's understanding that EVERY time is an emergency, that it's not just an inability or reluctance to go to an urgent care or another doctor etc. Or it could be a situation of numerical reciprocity (if they don't go a lot, but you do, they may only offer as often as *you've* taken them, not as often as you actually *need*). Again, I don't actually know how relevant this particular question is to your situation.

Why is it that I am always the person people ask to accompany them to the ER and yet nobody has ever agreed to accompany me on any of my ER trips. What kind of grievous injury does a guy have to acquire to get a little company here.

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

ok but imagine this.... zack with a shy little sister that he absolutely loves and spoils. hes so tough and angry all the time but does a complete 180 with his sister. imagine his friends reaction to this. is it okay if i asks for headcanons of this? its okay to ignore this if its not your thing :3

ZACK WITH A YOUNGER SISTER

Zack has a younger sister, a shy one. The dynamic between them is very much like Kenma and Kuroo from Haikyuu!!!

Growing up, it was always the four of you: you, Zack , Mira, and Johan. Tiny, happy, healthy babies 🥹 You were especially fond of Johan because, unlike your loud and chaotic brother, he was calm and gentle. That really pissed Zack off. Johan, on the other hand, adored you like his own little sister and quietly vowed to always protect you. Mira adored you too, often babying you even when you didn’t want her to.

Fast forward, Zack is now in high school, and you’re in middle school. One day, he tries to open up to you, awkwardly confessing that he’s trying to become a better man: for Mira. You just scoff and bluntly say, “You’re a bully.” That hits him harder than he expected. Especially coming from you. He knows you’re quiet and reserved and that you sometimes get picked on, and here he is, acting no better, even if he had his reasons. That moment becomes a turning point for him. The beginning of his real character growth, where everything involving Jasmine, Jiho, and Johan starts to converge and make sense.

Despite everything, Zack is incredibly loving and protective of you. He knows when you need a gentle push and when you just need to exist. He never pressures you. He’s highly attuned to your emotions, more than you realize, and infinitely patient. When you're overwhelmed, he knows to just sit near you, quiet and steady. When you need encouragement, he gives it, never as a lecture, but as a soft nudge.

You can see the guilt from the J-trio incident still weighing heavy on him. And so, you quietly sit beside him while he studies, and in your own way, you let him know:

“You’re a really good big brother.”

It’s not explicitly stated. Just said in small, careful words. But he gets it.

He tries not to cry. He’s the eldest, he’s supposed to be strong (Zack we understand 💀) So, he just ruffles your hair and mutters, “Go to your room.” But that moment loosens something in his chest. A little bit of the burden lifts. The guilt, still there, begins to dissolve.

When Johan eventually returns, you're the very first person Zack tells.

When it comes to boys near you? Swatted like flies. Zack doesn’t trust anyone. He knows how boys are. He’s seen what Mira went through. Mira, of course, is equally protective, she makes sure you know that if you ever have a boy problem, she’s there, no questions asked. She also helps soften Zack’s bluntness when needed.

Aside from Mira and Johan, Zack doesn’t tell many people he even has a younger sister. It’s not because he’s ashamed, it’s because of the kind of life he leads. The stuff they all go through isn’t normal. They’re teen gangsters with good intentions, but still, it’s dangerous.

If by some chance one of his friends does find out about you, Zack isn’t as hyperprotective as you'd think. He loosens up, but only a little. He’s still always vigilant.

Daniel and Vasco are two of his most trusted people. Daniel is sweet, polite, and never tries to pull you out of your shell—he respects your quiet. You’ve heard a lot about Vasco, and you instantly adore him. His innocence and pure-heartedness make him easy to trust. He genuinely wants to be your friend and make a good impression.

Jay is in the picture, too. With him, there’s a comforting kind of silence. He’s careful and gentle, knowing exactly how to act around you, he has a little sister too, after all.

Zack isn’t that close with Vin or Mary, but Zoe is his best friendo😁 !! Oh, she’s your favourite. She tells you every embarrassing story about your brother, and you laugh so hard because, yeah, that sounds exactly like him. Zoe unnie also gives you great fashion advice and the hottest gossip. She’s basically your icon 💋

Zack’s in a dilemma. On one hand, you’re happy, and that’s everything. But on the other hand, it’s Zoe. Zoe?!

[bucephaly]

I miss the days when I was active in ndn discord servers but also they kinda sucked and also I don't think they're really for me anymore but I do miss the like. Community.

[matt0044]

I feel like while one can point to prejudice, there's also a case of how many of the detractors weren't looking for a burgeoning love between Blake and Yang. Many dismissed it as, "shippers looking too much into things," or, "Why would Rooster Teeth do it?"

That last part came from how RT was still known for Red Vs. Blue which had a lot of frat boy college humor even into the Meta and Freelancer sagas. Any legit romances were straight as an arrow and queerness was joked of at best.

Especially when it came to the then 2010s increased awareness and discussion of queer representation in art, be it mainstream or even indie. Things were and are still dodgy.

That's not even getting into the matter of Sun Wukong himself as Blake's false romantic lead. Their dynamic was action movie romance 101.

Stop me if you heard this little number before:

"goofy guy and serious girl get involved in shady stuff that involves serious girl's dark past, goofy guy gets serious girl to loosen up after a series of bickering banter that's suppose to pass for a lover's quarrel, movie ends with a big win and the two kiss after a token amount of affection too late into the run."

Even for those who rolled their eyes are the sort of thing, many sighed and figured that this was what RWBY was going with. It was cliched as all hell but many saw RWBY that was to begin with and didn't expect much else. Not helped by Volume 4 and 5's then shaky reception.

Except that's not what happened. Sun return to Neptune to regroup with his team in Vacuo and Blake began to rekindle her partnership with Yang, slipping back into things like nothing had changed for the most part. Then they face Adam, Blake's former love, with a lot of, erm, coded language when it came to Mr. Taurus taking umbridge with Yang.

What felt like a sort of thermal shock to the anti-Bumbleby crowd was really the show not going the tried and true route that they either wanted or were resigned to. Especially when, to them, there wasn't the usual "romantic subplot hallmarks."

IMO it seems like we’re too use to Romantic Subplots(TM) being the ultimate indication that a fictional couple is meant to be, particularly for heterosexual couples. You all know the dealeo with this trope and all the bullcrap that it brings. The video goes over it better than I ever could’ve.

Said subplot often beats us over the head with the whole “THESE TWO ARE GOING TO GET IT ON IN THE FINALE!” business that tries to act coy and annoys everybody to no end. However, if you drop that nonsense for a same sex pairing like Korrasami, it’s subjected to more scrutiny.

Suddenly, there was little build-up between the two character who did share a mutual respect for each other before it grew as a friendship and then ended with them deciding to take it further. Suddenly, the lack that Romantic Subplot we’re all sick of puts the validity of the same-sex pairing under question.

It’s almost like we’re unconsciously too use to these indicators, too use to the moments such as where one character’s blushing in the arms of another before denying any feelings of the sort among other common cliches. As though we need solid tangible moments with no room for doubt in neon lights.

bumbleby really was the worst kept secret

it was hinted at in Red Like Roses which was so early on in development

then Arryn outright blurted it out by asking if she could mention Blake ends up in a sapphic relationship in a pre-volume 1 livestream because no one knew the feed was live (and was told 'not yet')

everyone involved in the show or with RT in general kept acknowledging and talking about the ship (i recall a livestream where someone was talking about Barb and Aaron, and Burnie misinterpreted that as Barb and Arryn and asked "Bumbleby?")

on the volume 4 soundtrack Jeff included BMBLB specifically because he wanted to do a lighthearted love song like back in volumes 1 and 2 because 3 didn't have any and doing it for Bumbleby was such a specific choice because every other romantic song from those volumes was either for Arkos or Renora

which is why it's so funny to see it dismissed as 'no buildup' because a) new reactors pick up on it very early on so that's obvious horseshit and b) if you paid any attention to what was going on outside the show they were putting the writing on the goddamn wall

[icecreampizzer]

What made you want to change Capgras and Cotard's gender ? I mean, not like that, I know they still go by They/Them but I don't know, I just remember them...not looking exactly like that ? Don't get me wrong, they are lovely ! Lovely, lovely, lovely and if there was a real plush of them, I would by it ! But I just wanted to know what made you change them ?

Hi! Honestly it's a mix of personal wants and story reasons (though the personal stuff weighs a lot more haha!) It's as simple as me wanting to think of them as fem instead of masc, and I think a lot of what she stands for would be better said through a fem protagonist. Perhaps I want to see some weird silly ladies in the spotlight!!!!

It might feel jarring for some people who have been following me for my TIA stuff, but in the end, they ARE my oc and I can do what I want with them so! That's really all there is.

I barely changed their design if we're being perfectly honest, I just added eyelashes and nothing else LMAO. I update my characters' gender identities here and there.

[luulapants]

25 ways to be a little more punk in 2025

Cut fast fashion - buy used, learn to mend and/or make your own clothes, buy fewer clothes less often so you can save up for ethically made quality

Cancel subscriptions - relearn how to pirate media, spend $10/month buying a digital album from a small artist instead of on Spotify, stream on free services since the paid ones make you watch ads anyway

Green your community - there's lots of ways to do this, like seedbombing or joining a community garden or organizing neighborhood trash pickups

Be kind - stop to give directions, check on stopped cars, smile at kids, let people cut you in line, offer to get stuff off the high shelf, hold the door, ask people if they're okay

Intervene - learn bystander intervention techniques and be prepared to use them, even if it feels awkward

Get closer to your food - grow it yourself, can and preserve it, buy from a farmstand, learn where it's from, go fishing, make it from scratch, learn a new ingredient

Use opensource software - try LibreOffice, try Reaper, learn Linux, use a free Photoshop clone. The next time an app tries to force you to pay, look to see if there's an opensource alternative

Make less trash - start a compost, be mindful of packaging, find another use for that plastic, make it a challenge for yourself!

Get involved in local politics - show up at meetings for city council, the zoning commission, the park district, school boards; fight the NIMBYs that always show up and force them to focus on the things impacting the most vulnerable folks in your community

DIY > fashion - shake off the obsession with pristine presentation that you've been taught! Cut your own hair, use homemade cosmetics, exchange mani/pedis with friends, make your own jewelry, duct tape those broken headphones!

Ditch Google - Chromium browsers (which is almost all of them) are now bloated spyware, and Google search sucks now, so why not finally make the jump to Firefox and another search like DuckDuckGo? Or put the Wikipedia app on your phone and look things up there?

Forage - learn about local edible plants and how to safely and sustainably harvest them or go find fruit trees and such accessible to the public.

Volunteer - every week tutoring at the library or once a month at the humane society or twice a year serving food at the soup kitchen, you can find something that matches your availability

Help your neighbors - which means you have to meet them first and find out how you can help (including your unhoused neighbors), like elderly or disabled folks that might need help with yardwork or who that escape artist dog belongs to or whether the police have been hassling people sleeping rough

Fix stuff - the next time something breaks (a small appliance, an electronic, a piece of furniture, etc.), see if you can figure out what's wrong with it, if there are tutorials on fixing it, or if you can order a replacement part from the manufacturer instead of trashing the whole thing

Mix up your transit - find out what's walkable, try biking instead of driving, try public transit and complain to the city if it sucks, take a train instead of a plane, start a carpool at work

Engage in the arts - go see a local play, check out an art gallery or a small museum, buy art from the farmer's market

Go to the library - to check out a book or a movie or a CD, to use the computers or the printer, to find out if they have other weird rentals like a seed library or luggage, to use meeting space, to file your taxes, to take a class, to ask question

Listen local - see what's happening at local music venues or other events where local musicians will be performing, stop for buskers, find a favorite artist, and support them

Buy local - it's less convenient than online shopping or going to a big box store that sells everything, but try buying what you can from small local shops in your area

Become unmarketable - there are a lot of ways you can disrupt your online marketing surveillance, including buying less, using decoy emails, deleting or removing permissions from apps that spy on you, checking your privacy settings, not clicking advertising links, and...

Use cash - go to the bank and take out cash instead of using your credit card or e-payment for everything! It's better on small businesses and it's untraceable

Give what you can - as capitalism churns on, normal shmucks have less and less, so think about what you can give (time, money, skills, space, stuff) and how it will make the most impact

Talk about wages - with your coworkers, with your friends, while unionizing! Stop thinking about wages as a measure of your worth and talk about whether or not the bosses are paying fairly for the labor they receive

Think about wealthflow - there are a thousand little mechanisms that corporations and billionaires use to capture wealth from the lower class: fees for transactions, interest, vendor platforms, subscriptions, and more. Start thinking about where your money goes, how and where it's getting captured and removed from our class, and where you have the ability to cut off the flow and pass cash directly to your fellow working class people

[tobeabatman]

this is such a dumb take honestly. How can you call this a cult when I literally actively seeked out fat lib communities after I came to the realization what I experience is oppression? How can you call this a cult when I’d be a fat activist even without any community aspect?

”ideological rigidity”, ”information control” ��us vs them” emotional manipulation” or literally just a bunch of oppressed people being sick of oppression and calling it out? All of these could apply to other marginalized groups fighting against oppression.

What does ”emotional manipulation” even mean in practice. Appeals to trauma and victimhood? Or just oppressed people talking about their oppression?

”Purity testing and policing” and the example you gave was fat activists telling someone they have internalized fatphobia? Which literally none of us think it’s the person’s fault?? Internalized fatphobia harms people and usually others around them, such as internalized misogyny. Is calling out internalized misogyny also a sign of a cult or some ”purity testing” bs you made up? No

”Scientific evidence dismissed as ’fatphobic pseudoscience’” look, even if we fat activists completely ignored all studies and talked nothing about the health effects of being fat, we would have a dozen more ways to prove the existence of oppression against fat people. Like the fact that texts saying ”fat is sin” have existed since the 1800’s.

And all fat activists want is less biased research and less fear mongering around fat bodies. Currently there is a lot of biases in research, proven by the fact that most studies on fat bodies aren’t focused on actually researching how fat bodies work in comparison to thin bodies and e.g testing how medicine works differently on fat people, but it’s focused on weight-loss and nothing that actually helps us understand fat bodies more. Researchers have literally gotten death threats for publishing studies that aren’t as pessimistic about fat bodies than other studies. (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0033062021000670)

”People who deviate from accepted beliefs may face public callouts ….” What are you talking about? Fat people calling out fatphobes on their bs? Should we not be allowed to call out fatphobia, internalized or otherwise?

It’s crazy how you can just make a post like this and then appear as the good guy by linking some website on cults.

these are the warning signs of a cult according to Cult Education Institute:

Absolute authoritarianism without accountability

Zero tolerance for criticism or questions

Lack of meaningful financial disclosure regarding budget

Unreasonable fears about the outside world that often involve evil conspiracies and persecutions

A belief that former followers are always wrong for leaving and there is never a legitimate reason for anyone else to leave

Abuse of members

Records, books, articles, or programs documenting the abuses of the leaderor group

Followers feeling they are never able to be “good enough”

A belief that the leader is right at all times

A belief that the leader is the exclusive means of knowing “truth” or giving validation

If we’re going to say fat liberation is a cult then we might as well say disability justice, BLM, feminism, etc. Are all cults. A lot of what you described is just oppressed people fighting against oppression through a movement.

Like literally the point of fat liberation is that fat people shouldn’t be treated like subhuman and we should be treated equally and that no one’s health should be used to justify oppression (which is a very similar viewpoint to disability justice). And then people like you can just be like, yup, that’s not a movement, that’s a cult

I’ve said this a million times again: I came to the realization fatphobia was oppression before I even knew any fat activists, and I specifically started looking for fat lib people after I came to the realization. I am a queer neurodivergent woman and y’all treat fat people like we have no experiences on oppression besides this and that this can’t possibly be oppression this has to be a cult!!

like even my mom and dad think fat people are treated worse in this society and neither is a fat activist! Like stop fear-mongering and spreading misinformation about cults.

Also f*ck you for calling fat people ”fatties” and then trying to appear like the good guy

Hey Tumblr fatties, you're in a cult.

Here's how the Fat Acceptance/Fat Liberation operates, similar to a cult:

Ideological rigidity: The movement can exhibit black-and-white thinking, where questioning any aspect of the ideology is met with hostility. Nuanced discussions about health risks or personal weight loss goals may be shut down completely.

Purity testing and policing: Members may face scrutiny over their adherence to movement principles. Someone who loses weight, discusses dieting, or expresses body dissatisfaction might be accused of betraying the cause or having "internalized fatphobia."

Information control: There can be pressure to reject mainstream medical advice about obesity-related health risks, with dissenting scientific evidence dismissed as "fatphobic pseudoscience." Alternative explanations that minimize health risks are promoted in place of them.

Us-vs-them mentality: The movement often frames society in terms of oppressor/oppressed dynamics, with anyone not fully aligned with fat liberation viewed as part of the problem.

Shaming and ostracism: People who deviate from accepted beliefs may face public callouts, harassment, or social exclusion from the community.

Emotional manipulation: Appeals to trauma, victimhood, and moral superiority can be used to shut down criticism or maintain group cohesion.

YOU'RE IN A CULT.

https://www.peopleleavecults.com/post/how-to-leave-a-cult

[alagaisia]

Also, your voting registration is public. In states where you register for a particular party, this is also public information. Also, if you tell someone canvassing for a candidate who you plan to vote for, this will often be noted in a database accessible at the very least by that candidate’s campaign team, but quite possibly passed on to other campaigns.

None of this is illegal. Obviously it can be annoying (wish to g-d that telling one text bank volunteer that I’m voting for a socialist-leaning candidate in one race would get me off of every automated text list for moderate dems in every race forever, but alas), but a canvasser coming to your door who might have or seem to have information about your political leanings or voting history is not breaking any laws, your Secret Ballot is absolutely still secret, they only know information that is either publicly available or that you have chosen to reveal.

(Ideally some of this voter information is used by campaigns to avoid bothering (or wasting time on) voters who are not likely to be interested in what their candidate has to offer, but it’s not a perfect system, and the person knocking on your door this week for your city council race has no way of knowing that you already shouted at the state senate canvasser from the week before.)

I’ve been a canvasser. It’s absolutely not a problem to move on from someone who lets you know they aren’t interested (however rudely they might do so), but sometimes when you get yelled at it’s from someone who is clearly upset because they are afraid that their privacy has been violated. It’s a reasonable thing to worry about! We live in an age with tons of surveillance, and a lot of people have a lot of fear when an institution they’ve placed trust in doesn’t seem to be behaving the way they expected it to.

Of course, in the moment and while being the trigger for that fear is not a great time to correct those people, so we would always just apologize and move on. But if you’re one of those people who might worry about that kind of thing, please rest assured that there is literally no way to tell what ballot belongs to who once it is submitted. Nobody has access to that information because it does not exist. But there is other information that people do have access to, and it’s helpful to know ahead of time what that is so you’re not caught off guard.

Federal election in six days guys. Time to actually look up the sixteen billion tiny parties and figure out which ones are white power christofascists employed by billionaire mining magnates and which ones aren't.

[comikbook]

so you talk about your religious trauma and it’s a major theme in your art, and i was wondering what your current relationship with religion is? is in, do you practice any religion or consider yourself religious? if it isn’t too personal :)

im willing to answer !! i dont talk about it on most of my socials outright because people tend to misinterpret things intensely when it comes to this kind of topic, but ill give it a shot trying to write it out. In fact, I will give the whole story of my experience with religion. So its gonna be long.

there will be talk of psychosis, eating disorders, delusions, and self harm in this post. However I will not be graphic in my descriptions.

To start out I suppose for context, my parents are not catholic. my mom doesn’t talk about religion, and my dad doesnt follow anything in the real sense, but practices a lot of principals of buddhism. My nana was catholic, and my extended family vary in their religious beliefs.

That being said, (i think to my nana’s influence) when i started school i attended a small private catholic school which has since been shut down. fun fact ! if you’ve ever watched the Netflix doc “The Keepers” my school was only about 3 miles from where one of the nun’s bodies were found. The priest who was suspected to be the one to blame previously taught at the school i went to before moving to the one he is known for teaching at. Not really relevant, but i did always feel a bit uneasy there as a child so it was a weird thing to find out later.

Anyways, I attended this catholic school for 3 years. pre-k, kindergarden, and first grade. I would often ask to use the restroom and just wander around the halls or hide in the bathroom. I would get scolded for asking questions that were “inappropriate”. The one i remember most vividly was “If God created all of us, who created God ?” to one of the nuns, who became upset with me. We weren’t taught whar we should have been, and when I did move to public school i was far behind my peers in specifically science, math, and history, but I digress. This is my one class photo from our yearbook !

It is important to note that my first remembered instance of psychosis started when i attended this private school. My mom was picking me up one day, there was heavy traffic. She was trying to get over and was complaining no one would let her. I caught myself staring at my reflection in the front mirror of the car, and the clicking of the blinker kind of overwhelmed me. In the constant clicking I “decoded” a message that involved me being told to do something particularly violent. In my small brain in addition to my outside influences, I thought the person that sent this message to me was God. I was confused as to why, but I felt i did something wrong to deserve it. i quietly prayed in the back seat internally for forgiveness.

So I started to receive more messages from “God” commanding me to do something or another, typically vile in some way. i would hear this voice in my head frequently, until eventually it faded out and stopped. I dont remember when it stopped, i just remember i had this experience as a child and then when i was a little older i just didnt think about it anymore.

I do have gaps in my memory of my childhood, pretty big ones, for reasons im still struggling to understand to this day. So that makes things fuzzy. I do remember falling back into religion briefly in middle school, but eventually fell out of it again.

As i approached the end of highschool my mental health was tanking. Mostly with depression and anxiety, however this wouldnt be the worst it would get. In 2019 I was in college and things were getting increasingly worse. I was one of the few people that loved the isolation of the quarantine actually, i fear if not for that what was to come would have been way worse.

My symptoms of psychosis started to creep back into my life. I was already isolating before the quarantine, but got worse after it had started. I know i said i enjoyed it, and i did, but it also fed into some bad habits. Anyways I was becoming increasingly scared and paranoid, I was actively self harming, I was extremely depressed. I had plans to take my own life, a few of them actually. I started eating less. I didnt think much of it, I was just depressed, i have been depressed most of my life so this was just a particularly bad bout for me is what i thought.

That is, until one night where I had my first psychotic episode. It remains to be the worst and only very big episode i have had. I dealt with it mostly alone, never alerting my family of it. I was on the phone with one friend i had at the time, although they were not the kindest to me overall. Despite that they sat with me. This episode led to me standing in one place for over 2 hours too scared to move. When I finally did, it seemed to trigger a more violent outburst.

I wont go into too much detail but i left the experience cried out, bloodied, and heavily bruised. My legs were entirely black and blue for over a month following. After this episode I finally decided to try to get help, and I met with my psychiatrist for the first time. I was immediately put on several antidepressants which ended up being beneficial but in the beginning caused me to lose my appetite entirely. This is when i fell more and more into my eating disorder. With this though, I was still experiencing delusions and hallucinations and got put on my first antipsychotic.

It helped with my symptoms, and it helped me get back to a normal weight. Even tho at the time I was abusing my adderall I was still able to get my body (mostly) back to normal, at least physically. That being said, while my symptoms were lessened they were not gone, it just became less scary to me. Maybe it was because I was being desensitized, but thats something to ponder another time.

I started to become more and more infatuated with catholicism again from that original episode forward. I was obsessed and that voice of god returned to me. I started hearing clicking and chirping coming from the back of my right ear, which ive dubbed as a “chip” in my brain placed by god for me to receive his messages. I thought there was an evil inside of me that needed to be let out, which i did by participating in frequent bloodletting to force out the bad, and make my body create newer, cleaner, and holier blood. This was something i felt I had to keep up often so that this evil force wouldnt take over. I was eventually able to stop self harming, and have been clean for over 2 years now. It is hard and i still feel the need to “cleanse” myself, but i try my best to push it down.

Fast foreward to 2022 and I would start the first piece in my painting series. I still experienced symptoms but much less frequently ! I started to detail my experience thru art. I would finish the first piece in my series titled “Forgive Me Father” in 2023. Since then I have made many more.

So we finally get to today. I have waited to talk about my current relationship with religion until the end as I felt the context was necessary, and to be honest it is complicated. As you can tell, It has effected me greatly and has come and gone in my life.

I would say from where I am now, I am not religious. A better way to put it i suppose is i consciously make the choice to not be. Like I said its complicated.

I like to think of it as there is two of me in my body. One is paranoid, scared, and extremely delusional. This is the part that still believes god is communicating with them. This is the person that still prays for forgiveness and cries over the fear of being sent to hell for their sins, all approved and constructed by god himself. and then theres my rational side, which exists im sure solely because of my medication. This part is extremely self aware, can tell when i am being delusional or irrational, who knows this is something caused by my illness. They exist side by side, at the same time, always. They fight in my head for control but always exist simultaniously, think of it like a pie chart. one may be more prevelant but the other is still always there.

So in a way, there is a lot I do personally believe. That being said the reason I do believe is because of my schizophrenia. So I choose to navigate my life as someone who actively does not believe as an attempt to not let the delusion control me. do i think people who are religious are delusional ? I do not, but I know in my personal case what leads me to believe these things is an unwell mind.

I still have an intense fascination with catholicism and religion in general. I think its a beautiful thing, it moves me, but i must keep it at a distance to avoid hurting me. It is not something I can actively engage in outside of general interest because it would kill me, and despite my previous statements i would like to live at least a little longer haha.

With all that said, and I doubt anyone will read this whole thing, its been a rollercoaster of a ride. If anyone has questions about it, feel free to ask. Im an open book about this stuff online most days, and Im willing to offer any information about it.

[cathnospam]

Thinking about doing one of those 21 sex questions for couples with canon!Katsuki Bakugo aka your boyfriend.

Black!Reader, Virginity Loss Mentioned, Canon!Bakugo, Mentions of Sex, Slightly Smutty, Bantering

He thinks it’s stupid at first. Not wanting to engage in such a dumb activity, “For fucking what? I already know everything about your body.”

Bakugo was always the type to tell you no, as he was doing it, but this suggestion did take a bit of convincing seeing as he was never the type to be very vocal about the intimate moments with you both.

“C’mon…” You whine holding his strong bicep he had curled in with the other. You almost get distracted by his strength and began lifting your legs to swing on him as if you were a monkey.

“ALRIGHT!” He shrugs you off, sucking his teeth seeing how excited you were to finally wear him down. “What are the questions, dumbass.”

You both lean on the headboard of your dorm bed and scroll through the several ads and comments to find the section of questions.

“Okay, first question; are you and your partner sexually active—“

“Obviously.”

“‘Suki…”

“What?! It’s a dumbass question.”

You roll your eyes and scoff at your pouting boyfriend still with his arms crossed and eye’ing you down and landing his eyes back to the screen.

“Does your partner know how to satisfy you?”

“Well yes, I believe you do.”

Bakugo blows out his nose and looks away, not wanting to answer you almost took offense and your face must have shown it, because he gestures his hand out to you, “Of course you do, dumbass why do you think we do it a lot.”

���A lot is an understatement.”

“What?! Not even you idiot!”

“When’s the last time we had sex, ‘Suki.”

“…”

“Hellooooo.”

“Am I answering your questions or the fucking websites.”

“Question 4: How often do you and your partner have sex.”

“DON’T SKIP 3–“

“QUESTION 4–“

“THIS FUCKING AFTERNOON WE DID SO WHAT?”….”You were practically begging for my dick.”

“I wasn’t the one humping your ass when I got out the shower—“

“SHUT UP. And I wasn’t humping you I’m not a fucking dog.”

“Grinding whatever, your dick almost slipped inside from what you was doing!”

“AND?!”

“We have had sex about 4 times this week. It’s only Tuesday.”

Bakugo shifts around, cheeks warming up, he can’t help it. Honestly, it shocked him how much he enjoyed sex with you, you took each other virginity and through out the time you both were just having casual sex it was a lot of learning involved and it became addictive to him. It started off as him just wanting to learn to be better, but now the improvement is what also motivates him.

The way you scratch his back, the way you cream on his dick, your soft plushy body against his, the faces you make are all because of him. You subconsciously stroke his ego when you do that.

You became his best worst distraction. The main reason it became embarrassing for him is because you brought it out. He loves and hates you sometimes for it.

“Then we’ll cool down. I told you to always tell me no if you don’t want to.” He deadpans trying to ignore how shy I’m his body language is becoming.

“Who said I wanted that? I never told you no for a reason. Blondie.”

“Don’t call me that.”

You giggle, looking back at the dimly lit screen to scroll for more questions, “What’s something or somethingS your partner does during or after sex you can’t get enough of.”

You wait, turning your head at your Blondie, seeing as he is looking at your first to respond, “Ladies first.”

“You—ugh fine.” You sit up from your bent over position and Katsuki’s eyes couldn’t tear from yours. In all honesty he was curious to know too. “I love those…rare moments when you’re directly in my ear and you moan my name, you don’t talk often during, but it’s …hot or whatever.”

He huffs out a chuckle looking away for a moment, he figured from the way you clench down everytime he does.

“Anything else?”

You pause, poking your tongue through your cheek. “Yeah. When you hold my hand when you go down on me, you always act like I would hate your sweat on your hands when I really love it.”

“Because you’re gross.”

“Oh shut up!”

“….what else.”

His voice grew soft. You didn’t want to tease him about it, but you also loved when he became attentive to what you said, you knew by the twinkle in his eye he wants to know more, mainly because he definitely will be doing all those things you love even more now.

“I love when you slap my ass. It hurts in a good way.”

“I do too. Next time I might land an explosion on it—“

“You bet not, you damn pervert.”

“Shut up, what else.”

“…um….it’s embarrassing.”

“Just fucking tell me it’s just us.”

“….When you clean me up after, y’know either with a towel or in the bath. And sometimes in the bath it lead to you to …”

“To…?”

“Finger me.”

You notice the curl in his lip, it’s kinda hot to him how you’re admitting all of this. He wants to pry more, but from your embarrassment he will spare you…for now.

“Well, I guess I like how you get so clingy when you’re cumming. It’s hot. You act like a fucking koala and you just won’t let go of me.”

“Just Like…?”

“Tch.”

You teased him, you knew that word love is still hard for him to say, and you both knew what he meant, but it was worth a try to get him to say it.

“I ….enjoy when you demand what you want. Like the other day when you told me to lay back so you can ride my thigh.”

“….” You couldn’t say much but smile and feel shy. Honestly it was something you were terrified to do because who on earth tells Katsuki what to do?

“Good. Glad y’liked it.”

“Don’t make it a regular occurrence though you not in charge here.”

“Shut up!”

“Also when you kiss me all over after cumming. You’re such a damn sap after getting your brains fucked out it’s kinda hot.”

“Y’know….”

“What it’s true, dumbass.”

“Anything else.” You sang, seeing his flinch at you coming closer to his face he groans, “That’s all you can’t get enough of?”

“Tch…I ain’t telling you all of ‘em.”

“It would take all night.”

Bakugo prayed you wouldn’t hear that last part, but you did. Knowing he would probably walk out the room, so you don’t tease him, “One more. Just one more.”

For the first time in a while you seen conflict in his eyes, also similar to when you first asked him if he was ready to have sex with you.

The silence was loud, not awkward but it was enough to make you want to move on until he spoke—-

“The way you trust me.”

“…”

“You let me inside you, touch you, and all that mushy shit we have read in those books and knowing you let me is fucking…hot or whatever.”

“….”

“I say bend over you do it, I make you say my name and you do it, I say on your knees you do it….you just….trust that I’m ganna take care of you. Like you depend on me.”

You still didn’t have much to say, you realized being dependent on Katsuki was something he always took pride in. He may “complain”, but deep down he loves knowing he is the only one that sees you at your most vulnerable.

Bakugo hates the silence, throwing up all of that love knowing damn well he struggles to even say the word, he groans uncomfortably, “Fucking say something—“

You lean over to him, lips crashing gently with his, you taste the mintyness of his breath as he slides his tongue inside your mouth, a natural reflex he has a habit of doing whenever you two kiss.

“Of course I trust you. You’re Katsuki.”

His eyes widen for a second before pulling away, “The hell thats supposed to mean.” He says light heartily .

“‘Means you’re worth trusting….I hope you trust me too.”

You idiot. If only you knew he trusts his life with you.

You stretch back on the headboard and exhale and ease the tension, “Been knowing you and ‘Zuzu since elementary of course I grew to trust you.”

Bakugo groans at the mention of Deku and that damn nickname. “Whatever.” He blushes. “What are the other questions.”

“Oh so noooowwww you wanna know—-“

“WHAT ARE THEY?!”

[witherby]

what would be littlest wayne's first word be?

I was thinking of something simple or sweet, but then I got the funniest idea on the planet.

The Littlest Wayne: First Words

You were babbling a lot more lately. Your family all knew it meant you were likely going to say your first words soon, and the fighting over who got to have your attention increased tenfold. It had gotten to the point that your brothers were practically kidnapping you to monopolize your time and attention. Bruce put his foot down and ended that whole charade when it stopped being endearing and became dangerous.

("Really, Damian? Your skill in combat is not in question, it has never been in question, but you cannot bring them on patrol with you on the off-chance they happen to say their first words in the middle of the night!")

So, Bruce takes you to the Watchtower anytime he has a Justice League meeting. It pisses off all of his sons, but he's arguably bringing you to the safest spot in the galaxy. Also, he's your father. It's not kidnapping if you're kidnapping your own child. Okay, it is, it very much still is, but that's not the point.

"Okay, Mouse," he murmurs, easing you onto the floor and handing you a stuffed teddy bear. "The meeting's only an hour, then we're going back home. Dada will take you home."

(Maybe he wants to steer you towards your first word himself. Sue him, he's just a man at the end of the day.)

You take the bear, staring openly at your father. You don't see him often in the Batman suit, so he's very visually appealing at the moment. Bruce allows himself a small smile, gently pinching your cheek, then he steps out of the way when Diana arrives.

"The babyyy!" She whisper-yells, kneeling next to the playpen. "Hello, little one! It's such a treat when Batman brings you around!"

You make some soft, babbling noises. Mostly you're making raspberries. It's a fascinating sound. Diana melts and wipes some drool from your chin.

"Someone's getting close to their first words. My mother said mine was "maim." I remember that conversation fondly..."

Bruce has to remind himself that Diana grew up on an island inhabited by immortal warrior women. "Maim" is a perfectly normal first word for an immortal warrior baby.

The other Leaguers start quickly filing into the meeting room, each of them stopping cheerfully to greet you. It makes something fond bloom in Bruce's chest, and you coo and openly admire all the people with bright, primary colors all over their bodies. You're busy trying to chew on Superman's cape when a glowing, green light enters your periphery, and you drop the fabric in favor of staring at the Green Lantern.

"Oh, bring your kid to work day, huh, Spooks?" Hal actually scoops you up out of the pen and cradles you to his chest, grinning down at you. "Hey, kiddo!"

"Mmmnnn," you mutter intelligently, reaching for his mask. Every time you manage to pop it off, he just wills another one on. You think this is the most entertaining game ever.

"The kids are taking them out into the field, now," Bruce sighs. "They all want to be the one to hear their first word. Which is fine. It's adorable. I love that they love the baby. But the baby does not belong on Gotham's streets in the middle of the night, especially if guns are involved."

"Oh, yeah, that's pretty bad," Hal says, smiling at you. You pop his domino mask off again, squealing when it dissolves in your fingers and another one materializes over his face. "Uncle Hal would never do that to you, would he? No! No he wouldn't! That's very dangerous!"

"Huh...Hal!"

Everyone freezes. Bruce's jaw actually drops.

"No fucking way," Barry blurts across the room.

"Language. There's a whole baby here, Flash," Oliver says, but he's grinning like an idiot.

"Hal!" You chirp again. "Hal!"

Bruce sinks to his knees. Clark looks like he's trying not to laugh. Barry and Oliver are definitely laughing. Diana is pouting over the fact that your first word was so tame and boring. J'onn doesn't understand why your first word is so important when it just means you'll eventually learn to say more.

Hal is nearly trembling with the flood of emotions. His thing with Bruce is very new, and he's been by the Manor often enough that you obviously know him, but he really hadn't anticipated his name being...being...

"The boys are going to kill me."

"Maybe," Bruce admits, still on the floor. "...it couldn't be dada? It couldn't be uppies? Or Mouse, or any of the other words you hear ten thousand times a day? Even Alfred thought you might try his name first."

"I think we're going to need to postpone the start of the meeting," Clark declares, coughing as a way of clearing his throat and definitely not to disguise his amused huffs. "Let's push it back fifteen minutes."

"Hal!" You chirp again, delighted. You finally pulled Green Lantern's mask off and it didn't disappear. You win!

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Can you do a Carlos dad were lando swears around his kid and now she won’t stop repeating it and he is trying to get her to stop but Carlos finds out (toddler daughter) if possible

Little Parrot

Carlos loved nothing more than being a father. From the moment Yn was born, he had promised himself that she would always know she was loved, always feel safe, and always be happy. And, of course, he had made it his mission to teach her Spanish so they could have their own secret conversations.

It had started as a joke between him and Rebecca—she had been determined to learn Spanish, but Carlos had made it harder by talking faster and using slang. In the meantime, he whispered little words to their baby girl at night, spoke to her in Spanish every morning, and now, at four years old, Yn was perfectly bilingual.

It was something he took great pride in, especially when Lando—her ever-dedicated godfather—tried (and often failed) to understand their conversations.

Lando had always adored Yn. He was there the day she was born, had cried when he held her for the first time, and spoiled her beyond reason. He tried his hardest to pick up Spanish, just so he wouldn’t be left out when Carlos and Yn had their little chats. But his progress was... questionable.

And now, as the paddock buzzed with activity before a race weekend, Lando had a new mission—one that involved a lot of pleading.

"Come on, just for a few hours!" Lando begged, his hands clasped together as he followed Carlos through the Williams hospitality.

Carlos sighed, adjusting the little pink backpack slung over his shoulder. Yn had demanded she bring her favorite stuffed bunny, a coloring book, and snacks for the day, and he, being the soft-hearted father he was, had agreed.

"Lando, I don’t know," Carlos said, casting a glance at his daughter, who was currently sitting on a chair, happily eating some fruit while kicking her feet.

"Please, please, please," Lando whined. "I swear I’ll take good care of her! She loves me! Right, Yn?"

Yn perked up at the sound of her name and turned to look at Lando with a big smile. "Sí!"

"See!" Lando grinned triumphantly. "She wants to stay with me."

Carlos narrowed his eyes. "You say that now, but last time you almost lost her in the McLaren garage."

"It was one time!" Lando argued. "And she wasn’t lost, she was just—exploring."

Carlos raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine. She wandered off a little," Lando admitted sheepishly. "But I promise, this time, I’ll watch her like a hawk. She won’t leave my side!"

Yn looked between them curiously before tilting her head at her father. "Papá, por favor?" she asked sweetly, blinking her big brown eyes up at him.

Carlos groaned. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Fine," he relented. "But—" he pointed a firm finger at Lando, "—if anything happens, it’s your fault. And I will make you regret it."

Lando beamed, scooping Yn up in his arms. "Deal!"

Yn giggled as he spun her around, and Carlos exhaled, already wondering if he had made a mistake.

Lando was determined to be the best godfather in the world today.

"Alright, Mini," he said as he set Yn down gently on a chair. "We are gonna have so much fun today."

Yn nodded eagerly, swinging her legs as she held her stuffed bunny close. "What are we doing?"

"First, we have very important jobs," Lando said, crouching down to her level. "We have to inspect my car. Make sure it's all good for the race."

Yn's eyes widened with excitement. "Really?"

"Yep! And since you're my assistant today, that means you get a headset, too!"

Yn gasped. "Like you?"

"Exactly like me."

A few minutes later, Yn was sitting on Lando’s lap in the garage, wearing an oversized headset as she watched the engineers work. She looked absolutely serious, as if she really was his assistant, nodding along as he explained things in the simplest way possible.

"And this is my steering wheel," Lando said, holding it up for her. "It has so many buttons. Want to press one?"

Yn gasped. "Can I?"

"Yeah, but not the important ones," Lando said, pointing at a harmless button. "Try this one."

Yn pressed it with a determined look, and the lights on the steering wheel flickered. She clapped her hands in delight.

"You're a natural!" Lando grinned, ruffling her hair.

For a while, things were going perfectly. Yn was entertained, happy, and sticking to Lando like glue.

Then he messed up.

It happened when he was helping her climb up onto a higher chair. He wasn’t paying attention, knocked his knee against the table, and immediately hissed, "Fuck!"

There was a beat of silence.

Yn blinked up at him. "Fuck," she repeated.

Lando froze.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

"Um, no, no, no, we don’t say that," he said quickly, shaking his head.

Yn tilted her head. "But you said it."

"I—I didn’t mean to!" Lando panicked. "It’s a bad word."

Yn nodded seriously. "Fuck is bad word."

"Yes, exactly!"

"Fuck," Yn repeated, nodding like she was learning something important.

Lando slapped a hand over his face. "Oh, shit."

"Shit," Yn said immediately.

Lando nearly choked. "No, no, no, stop!"

But it was too late.

Yn found it hilarious. She giggled, kicking her feet, and started chanting, "Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit!"

Lando was screwed.

"Lando," Carlos’ voice cut through the air, dangerously calm.

Lando froze. Slowly, he turned, still holding Yn, who was currently humming to herself.

Carlos stood with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed. "Why is my daughter running around saying fuck and shit?"

Lando gulped. "Uh—"

"Fuck!" Yn chirped happily. "Shit!"

Lando shut his eyes. He was so dead.

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lando."

"It was an accident!" Lando blurted. "I swear! I hit my knee, and I didn’t mean to say it, and then she memorized it like a little parrot, and I’ve been trying to get her to stop!"

Carlos sighed, rubbing his face. "Do you know what Rebecca will do if she hears her saying that?"

Lando’s eyes widened in horror. "We can’t let her find out!"

Carlos shook his head, but there was amusement in his eyes now. He turned to his daughter, kneeling in front of her.

"Yn, mi amor," he said gently, "those are bad words, okay? We don’t say them."

Yn pouted. "But Lando says them."

"Lando is dumb," Carlos said, sending a glare his way. "You’re much smarter than him, aren’t you?"

Yn giggled. "Sí!"

Carlos smiled. "Good. So, let’s not say those words anymore, okay?"

Yn nodded, then leaned in to whisper, "But they’re kinda funny."

Carlos sighed.

Lando snorted.

Carlos shot him a look. "Not helping."

Lando held his hands up in surrender. "Look, she’s gonna hear worse when she’s older."

"Not today, she won’t," Carlos muttered. He turned back to his daughter, who was already distracted playing with her bunny.

"Alright, no más palabrotas," Carlos said firmly. ("No more swear words")

Yn giggled. "No más palabrotas."

Carlos kissed the top of her head before glaring at Lando one last time.

"You," he said, pointing at him, "are never babysitting again."

Lando gasped. "That’s not fair!"

Carlos smirked. "Jódete." ("Fuck you")

Lando groaned.

Yn, despite her father’s warning, giggled under her breath. "Jódete"

Carlos sighed.

It was going to be a long day.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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Astrology Observations

Capricorn Rising has a Taurus in the 5th house. Which mean they don't like to waste time in dating. They have a very serious approach to this and have values ​​that people have to approach to. They usually prefer someone who values ​​themselves and knows their worth. Especially when it comes to intimacy, they don't like people who are intimate with every person. They like privacy in their relationship.

Pisces Rising has a Aquarius in 12th house. Which means that things they do are actually very unique. People often cannot explain their personality because it is intertwined and different - mystical. They have gemini in 4th house which can mean that they could be the target of gossip many times within the family. Their circumstances were always changing. They have Leo in the 6th house, so the only time they feel seen is when they do something for others or get sick.

Sagittarius Rising has Aquarius in 3rd house. Which mean that they have very unique way of how they think and say things. Their thinking can sometimes be quite different from most people and they can often philosophize for a long time. In their 4th house is Pisces which means they grew up in a family where they may have felt alienated or unseen. They have Capricorn in 2nd house so they are good at calculating finances and have a healthy attitude towards money.

Libra Rising has a Pisces in 6th house. Therefore, at work, they can often feel that their talents are not seen and appreciated as they should be. You have a lot of knowledge that others can benefit from, it's a good idea not to tell people what you're doing because others can steal your ideas. They may feel misunderstood and sometimes even exploited at work. But they can handle a lot of pressure and usually have very good health because their mentality is not so burdened they can quickly switch off.

Leo Rising has Virgo in 2nd house. They have a very analytical approach to money and tend to work multiple jobs at once or their attitude towards money can change a lot. In 3rd house they have Libra therefore, they usually always want to express their opinions calmly and often see other people's views as well. Gemini in 11th house shows that they have many friends who are different and can change over the years. They can appear very smart in society and can quickly integrate into society. With Aquarius in 7th house they tend to choose a partner who is innovative, resourceful, different.

Mercury in 12th house-You tend to be a contemplative, self-absorbed, insightful thinker who works things out for yourself, alone or in secret. You worry over trifles and inconsequentials, and may be very shy. You will want to keep things for yourself. Neptune in 12th house- You are deep and sensitive and likely to possess a strong artistic bent. You prefer to work and live in a quiet atmosphere where you can create or meditate. There may be a mysterious or otherworldly quality to your personality. Pluto in 12th house-You have a compelling desire to understand, to see deeply into philosophical questions. There may be a secret sex involvement in your life. You are a private person and do not share your emotions easily. You might not talk openly about sex or desire, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t important to you. On the contrary — it’s often something sacred, intense, and tied to transformation.

Mars in 8th house- You are passionate about life and have a strong sex drive. You are attracted to the occult, also to medicine and the healing arts. There may be conflicts in your family over wills or legacies. You are very intense but don't show it outwardly. You really want to have a lot of things under control, even if it doesn't seem like it. Intimacy and being able to express your energy with someone is important to you. Sex is very important to you, but you only share it with those with whom you feel a real and genuine connection.

Venus in Taurus- Venus emphasizes the social side of Taurus. Although basically shy and reserved with strangers, you can be a wonderful host or hostess. You like to entertain those you are fond of. You may not indulge as freely in frivolous pleasures as, say, Leo or Libra natives, but you are renowned for enjoying good food and good wine in plush surroundings. You believe in pampering yourself with the comforts of the good life.

The difference between Taurus & Scorpio: Scorpio are secretive, they don't want to reveal things but wait for the right moment. But their intensity is visible and felt. Scorpio likes to show ugly things and likes to show their true side. Over time, they will show the person their true colors. They are not afraid of ugly things and if they want to, they will show all their sides. Taurus want control and stability and everything they do is calculated and they don't like it when things get out of control. They like emotional stability and they will always think things through before they do it.  If something is wrong or they are jealous they won't show it or say it but will withdraw. Their control is shown silently. They want things to go their way and to be in control.

Scorpios are not really that obsessed with control, they are obsessed with the truth and secrets of other people, they want to know everything about the person. They want to be prepared for anything if someone cheats on them and they want to be one step ahead of them. Taurus is obsessed with how they come out and obsessed with being able to control their emotions and actions. Scorpio will give things  and go all-or-nothing, but will use the things they know about you against you if you hurt them. Taurus has a hard time letting go until they are absolutely sure they have everything under control and that things are exactly as they imagined. With taurus in your chart  you need order in your life—you get anxious when things are out of control. And because the unfamiliar makes you feel insecure, you tend to cut yourself off from fresh experiences.

Sun energy is the energy that everyone has and where you shine and get attention because you do something that everyone loves or everyone likes. It's something that everyone wants. Classic energy. Where do you get people's attention and where are you most visible. Something you embody that people would also want you to embody or have. It is the brightest energy. Sometimes the sun's energy represents a point in you where you want to be seen and you want others to notice that you have it. So you can try harder to show it.

Uranus energy is an energy that not everyone has and is more unique and special. Not everyone understands it either. Because you do something that makes you stand out from the crowd. This is where individualism shows. How you are on inside and in what way you are different from others. People who have a lot of this energy are often misunderstood because people do not understand their energy. Because the energy is sudden and striking in a way that attracts attention. Uranus energy shows itself in the way you are special, unique in yourself in some area of ​​your life. You speak and express a language that others may never understand, but it is important that you do.

-Rebekah🧜🏻‍♀️🌙💍