#God I love soft asks like this

[thotsforvillainrights]

Kai, Dabi, Trumpet, Skeptic (probably messed up his name srry) and Nines reacting to their kids wanting to dress up as them for Halloween along with their SO reaction, just a idea though plus dont feel obligated to do this

Pss I bet you can't guess who I am behind the anon mask, hint hint im a nuisance who also writes for Overhoe

(Whoo-hoo! My first spooky ask for October! I can’t wait! Looks like Kai and Skeptic are the only one’s I officially gave kids to so we’ll address their munchkins by name lol)

(Sidenote: reveal yourself!!! ahhhh!)

~”Just like Daddy for Halloween”~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Overhaul~

-”Huh?” Kai cocked his head to the side while you sat at the kitchen table filling candy from a bag into a large bowl. “I said he doesn’t want to be a vampire anymore.” You repeat your words, sneaking a bite off your candy apple on the plate next to you. Kai sighed and stared at the pile of fabric on the table. “I already bought the costume. We stood in the costume store for an hour and a half while he picked it out. What’s that over there?” Kai pointed at the pile and you paused your work to pick it up. “It’s his costume.” You smiled at his honest reaction. Him? Kaishi wanted to be him for Halloween? “Damn that brat for always making me feel like this...” Kai gripped at his chest and smiled widely. The boy had said in the past that he wanted to be just like him, but it never failed to make Kai feel that blossom of pride and warmth swell up his chest. A few days passed and it was finally Halloween. You passed the candy handling duty off to Pops since the old man decided not to join you three for trick or treating. It was adorable seeing your baby boy standing next to his father looking like clones. Same golden eyes, (h/c) skin, and that killer stoic expression your husband always sported. “Are you ready to go, my baby?” Kaishi’s eyes lit up and his demeanor changed in an instant. “YES YES LET’S GO!” Kai smiled and followed the two of you out the door, never feeling that pride subside for the entirety of the night.

~Dabi~

-Halloween was the best night of his life to be out. The League gained traction and (much like Stain) ended up having some merchandise and following. No doubt companies profiting off something controversial. Lot’s of people were out dressed in costumes pertaining to the organization. Have they no shame? Oh well whatever, Dabi didn’t care. He loved being able to be out almost all night long and sometimes most of the day. That was until he lost that opportunity when he met you. He screwed around and fell in love with you and next thing he knew you were pregnant (or had adopted depending on the reader). He was hesitant on even the slightest idea of fatherhood. He didn’t have the best upbringing and didn’t feel like he should contribute toward bringing a kid of his own into this fucked up world. He still had some unresolved issues of his own. The moment his hands touched the baby for the first time, he knew he wanted to dedicate himself entirely toward them having a different childhood than the one he had to suffer through. Kids are so sweet and innocent. His son looked at him the same way that you did: with all the love and adoration in the world despite all the fucked up stuff he’d done. The two of you cared deeply for Dabi and his son even admired him. That’s probably why you were trying to desperately glue a shit ton of fake staples onto your kid while Dabi stood there trying not to chuckle. “Are you sure about going as me this year? Your mom/daddy/parent here has been struggling for the past 2 hours and we got a 30 minute window left.” You had to fight the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up when you 6 year old was literally right there. “I’m sure! I wanna be daddy for Halloween so please keep going! Look!!!” He reached tiny hands into his pocket and pulled out blue tissue paper he started to crinkle with his fingers. “Look at my blue flame!”

~Trumpet~

-Hanabata was both honored and confused at the same time. He watched the two of you standing in the shop and getting a tailormade suit for his little boy all because the boy wanted to be him for Halloween. “Are you absolutely sure you wanna go through with this? I mean, isn’t Halloween supposed to be scary? Wanna be a ghost, or Frankenstein’s monster, or a Werewolf?” The little boy looked up and puffed his already chubby cheeks out with a pout. “No daddy, no! I wanna be you for Halloween!” You gently shushed him since the shop was quiet after all. “It’s okay baby. Koku, let him express himself. Besides, I’d wanna be a super cool politician too.” You teased him with a wink and he cleared his throat. “Ah well, I suppose I understand.” The entire way home your son was over the top excited about his new suit. He chattered and you swore you could see the blush on Hanabata’s face forming. ‘Me? He thinks I’m that cool?’ It was rare to have someone think that way about his career considering it wasn’t the most exciting. Of course the boy didn’t understand politics since he was only 6 years old, but he DID understand his daddy was important. More than anything, he loved Koku so of course it’s only natural he wanted to be him. On Halloween Hanabata stopped the two of you at the doorway. He took off his glasses and cleaned them with his tie before placing them carefully on his son’s face. “Now let’s go trick or treat, eh?” He smiled and pat the boys head. “YAY!!!!”

~Skeptic~

-He didn’t imagine he’d have the worlds biggest fan in such a small package. Ever since she was just a small girl (under the age of 1) the two of them were attached at the hip. Tomoko was a huge daddy’s girl and she had Skeptic wrapped around her little finger. That’s why he was overjoyed with pride when she came into the bedroom one day and spoke loudly in her tiny voice “I’m gonna be just like daddy for Halloween!!!” You smiled at the thought of it. She’d already had a head full of hair (texture depends on the reader), and it was nearly covering her own eyes considering Tomoyasu didn’t want her to cut it and neither did she. Her posture was a little more like daddy’s since she spent time being hunched over the table coloring for hours and hours on end while he worked on his laptop right beside her. Tomoko could pull off the costume without a doubt. When you’d pieced the simple outfit together finally, Skeptic stood in the corner taking so many pictures that you were sure his memory card would be full by now. While out the two of you had formed a trick or treat group with some of the other parents from the school where your daughter attended. It was cute watching the kids talk about their costumes to each other.

“I’m Batman! What are you?”

“Me? Haha, I’m a big giant rat!”

“Well I’m a swamp monster! What about you Tomoko?”

“I’m my daddy!”

[llondonfog]

OK so Baul and Lilias friendship lives in my mind rent free, so I think that a few days after silver gets sick for the first time and mama and papa zigvolt manage to teach lilia the proper way to care for a sick infant after he comes over to their house tembling with poorly restrained panic, Baul goes over with v little persuasion from his daughter to check up on them.

What he sees is a happy and healthy Silver just quietly smiling up at him from Lilias arms while Lilia is passed out in his rocking chair fevered and red from catching baby's first cold.

Baul immediately assigns himself caretaker duties, doesn't even bother trying to move Silver from Lilias arms and instead just picks them both up to deposit them both in Lilias bed for a proper nap before checking the fridge for tomato soup ingredients.

When he first heard from his daughter that Lilia— Lilia Vanrouge, the once General of the Right, feared commander of the fae armies and scourge of humankind— had adopted a human child and had been caring for it for several months now, Baul had roared with laughter so hard that he split a scale wide open on his cheek.

It was certainly a poor excuse for a joke, the very kind of rumor that the castle fae still bitter over Lilia's persistent existence four hundred years later might spread. The very idea that Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, would debase himself to care for a human child not of his blood, to stoop so low as to toil over its screeching and wailing demands when he had bathed in the screams of its own kind with a mad vengeance after the tragedy of Lady Meleanor . . . not even four hundred years of honeyed peace was enough to sweeten that wound.

Time, it seemed, had forgotten what was so cruelly emblazoned in the very depths of Baul's mind, in Lilia's own memories, and the nightmares of all those surviving fae who stalked the forests during those blood-soaked nights. Those born in kinder years had never known the horror of human avarice, and even his own daughter had taken up residence with one of their kind despite her father's immense displeasure, simpering, soft-hearted fool that her husband was.

At least, to Baul's proud credit, their lineage rippled strong and true through his grandchildren— and with his daughter due any day under the weight of a third, he's only too certain for another healthy, bouncing, scaled Zigvolt.

So when she had simply stared back at him with crossed arms and an arched brow while he had laughed and laughed and laughed, a sinking kind of horror began to creep into his heart— surely . . . she wasn't serious?

Months— hardly the blink of an eye for faekind, but everything to humans. Months, Lilia had kept a child for several months, and not once had tried to rid himself of it? Not once tried to deposit it upon the stoop of a human village and wipe his hands clean of the responsibility of child-rearing? He had been taking advice from Baul's daughter and her wisp of a husband on how to pacify and coddle it? He had barged into their home, fretful beyond measure with a colicky babe clutched in his arms, and all but demanded them to cure the child?

("Or what?" Baul found himself asking, utterly bewildered and needing to find some kernel of normalcy in the fact that surely Lilia had menaced his daughter's husband some into obeying his whims.

"Or nothing, Father," she said, the taunting ghost of a knowing smile playing about her lips. "In all the years that I've known him, I've never seen him quite so distraught. He stayed by the crib all night, frozen— we had to tell him it was alright to breathe and to hold Silver's hand if he wanted, it was as if he was afraid to hurt him.")

Silver? Lilia, afraid? Holding the hand of some human child?

It simply couldn't be true.

It couldn't be, this had to be some elaborate, poorly executed prank.

He clung to that belief even as his daughter shoved a bundle of medicine, food, and knitted blankets into his arms with the stern instruction to deliver them to Lilia's home (Home! He had never heard the forest cottage to be described in such terms! The place was a hovel, a storage shed for Lilia to dump his treasures before venturing off to the next location, how could it be considered a home?).

He clung to it even as he emerged from the woods to the path that led up to the cottage's door, casting unnerved glances to the strange and new abundance of woodland creatures skulking about the thatched roof and scampering along the thick tree trunk supporting the cottage like a lean-to, soft little animals that would have darted away in fright from Lilia's presence before Baul's own.

He clung to it until he could no more, when he threw open the cottage door with an odd tightness in his chest to see his oldest friend collapsed on a worn and lumpy armchair with a honest-to-goodness human baby snuggled safely within his arms and sucking happily on a stray piece of ruby-stained hair. Beyond them, a soothing glow flickered in the fireplace where a kettle of milk quietly steamed, and the scattered presence of cloth toys littered the living room floor along with (Baul shuddered) well-thumbed pamphlets, their covers illustrated with the cheerful faces of frolicking human children.

What had this child done to Lilia Vanrouge?

[mitski]

inseparable girlfriends

[deviouz]

we need more about mean dom!nat pls

i think everyone could use a little more mean dom!nat in their life <3

“come on, sweet girl, tell mommy what you need. use your words, yeah?”

a whine escaped your parted lips, hips seeming to move and gyrate towards natasha’s fingers against your own free will. it felt as if you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs with the way you kept sucking in shaky, uneven breaths through kiss-swollen lips. the skirt of your sundress was pushed up and pooled atop your thighs and the kitchen counters as her fingertips delicately but purposefully traced intricate patterns and shapes along your inner thighs and clothed core. the scarlet lace you wore didn’t do much to hide how badly you needed her, and the half-smile your knowing natasha wore told you all you needed.

“nat,” you keened, head tilting ever so slightly to the left as she kissed along the crook of your neck up to your jaw.

the breathy moans started to become more frequent as her fingers pushed past the lace and danced along your slit, occasionally pushing to press against your clit.

“fuck,” natasha bummed at that particular expletive, “mommy, please, i-i need you—” a desperate whine cut off your sentence as two fingers sunk into your sopping heat.

“that’s it, my pretty girl,” natasha smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “just let mommy take care of you.”

[polycrews]

ddcds. for u (hopefully ur day will b a bit better!)

had to take a second to respond to this because dear GOD this made me lose coherent thoughts. ahem

[novelconcepts]

There is so much nuance to the ep 6 scene between KJ and Lauren, I can’t get over it.

the motion older!KJ makes as they walk out, reaching for Lauren, realizing just in time that they are, in fact, in her hometown in Ohio and cutting short before she can land what was probably going to be an instinctive kiss

KJ coming in hot with the world’s most polite “hello!” and managing to make what must feel lightly like small talk for thirty seconds before dropping her voice to this shy, slightly-terrified question

the inability to hold eye contact. the faltering, wordless noises. the way she blinks like she’s seconds from just passing out in the middle of this theater--that is exactly how it feels to come out to someone for the first time. the edges of your vision go a little fuzzy, your heart is in your throat, you genuinely feel shaky, and all of that is so present in this performance

the sense of mild defeat in how she just lands on “movies” instead of “girls”, like she’s embarrassed she can’t just say it

the gentle ah hah expression on Lauren’s face as she realizes what this petrified kid is trying to ask her, and how smoothly she doesn’t correct her--just rolls with this safe code word

KJ’s nod and very tiny “uh-huh” without moving like any part of her face. like she’s reverting to standing as still as possible, protective coloring coming up in every inch of her frame

Lauren actually taking a minute to think about it before answering. and and then not giving the answer KJ asked for--”how did YOU know”--but what KJ actually needs to hear. what any kid in her position would: not everyone will get it, but everyone’s journey is their own, and there is no rush

(again, this is why I’m so delighted they wrote it the way they did--KJ and Lauren, not KJ and older!KJ, because older!KJ would have a definitive answer to give. it might be “I always knew, in the back of my mind” or it might be “when I was eighteen and kissed a girl for the first time”, but whatever the answer, it would cement KJ back into a box. this is your future, immutable, and there is no journey you could take that I haven’t already gone on. I’m so fucking glad they didn’t do this, that they let her have the reassurance that any timeline is the right one if it’s hers.)

again, that flutter-blink/quick breath combo that looks like she’s gonna pass out--but this time, there’s relief in it. it’s less “how do I say this Huge Thing” and more “oh thank god, she knows what I’m asking, she knows without me saying, and she’s being kind”

It is beautifully put together, such a gentle way of saying to this baby gay, “Nobody can tell you who you are except you, but whoever that winds up being is so okay. Listen to yourself. Trust yourself. You will be happy, I promise you.” It is a critical bit of advice so many queer people just don’t get, and to write it into KJ’s story is one of the show’s biggest kindnesses.

[galaxygermdraws]

This. Was. An. Accident. I opened a canvas. I wanted to doodle these two for literally no reason (I didn’t even watch their POVs), and ended up getting this really soft drawing that gave me several mini freak outs because I was scared someone was gonna walk in as I drew it.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Non transparent version under the cut. Thankyu)

[astrum-aetherium]

Henry's been living rent free in my head since I read TSH like four months ago- I cannot stop thinking about him and your blog is single handedly fueling my obsession with him so thank you so much really.

Anyways- I know Henry is definitely not the soft type of guy, but I do believe he could get just a tiny little bit softer than he usually is (sparingly) were he to find a person he really liked?? This is probably just my guilty and mostly out of character pleasure, but imagining him being all cold and harsh as he is for the most part and then suddenly doing or saying that one unexpectedly tender thing out of nowhere (even in a nsfw context, that's even better) and then going back to his usual self in a heartbeat makes me go uughhh

i wholeheartedly agree with you. on so many levels. it's very easy to cross the utterly restrictive OOC boundaries when speaking/writing about him, since all we seem to know is how stoic and cool and constantly displeased he is (although i could impugn this very well — take the glass shard scene or his staying at the hospital with richard as an example).

us as readers, we cannot help but crave a little softness from him sometimes, and i understand that completely. i'm always willing to indulge us all in a scenario like that. in a better world, on slightly OOC premises, he would make an evidently detached, but caring partner. coincidentally, i have been thinking about just that for the past couple of days, despite formerly being convinced it would be entirely impossible to conduct a healthy relationship with that man (which, yeah, if we strictly stick to canon, it still would be, but that's the beauty about fiction — we get to brush past and alter some things to our enjoyment).

therefore, yes — with the opportunity to alter his character just a tiny bit, i believe he would let his soft side flash every now and again. i don't think it would be in any form of physical touch, however, as he certainly isn't one to put his feelings on display, especially in public (in private, however, that'd be a completely different story). it would mostly be symbolic with him. for instance, imagine it being your birthday. as your partner, he would know you inside and out — he is highly attentive and perceptive, especially when it comes to those closest to him, and he would absolutely be well-versed in anything that you might like, or mention liking. he would know. loving is knowing. therefore, for your birthday, he would not only think of and buy you the best and most thoughtful present imaginable, but he would also buy five more to give to the rest of the group under the pretense of "i know her/him/them better than all of you combined, which is why all of your gifts have already been taken care of".

that is how his affection would shine through — acts of service. being spoiled by him is another tremendous part of that. i have already approached this topic in two previous posts, but to summarize: he absolutely would be willing to spoil you in any way imaginable, as it would be the only plausible way for him to prove the depth of his feelings for you (along with kisses and other physical endeavors, which would exclusively be saved for private settings).

in addition, i feel like he would let himself be swayed more and more despite his dogmatic position, meaning he would be willing to comply or enter compromises, especially for you. orrr... to approach the aspect of him portraying the merest smidge of sweetness and immediately reverting to his stoic self — imagine a strand of hair having fallen loose from your hairstyle, or it simply veiling your hair too much, to the point where he would press the book he might be holding under his arm mid-conversation and brush it aside for you with a light smile, only to immediately proceed with whatever it is he had been occupied by previously.

from a nsfw standpoint, his care would mostly show in his being very forthcoming and reassuring to you (asking for consent, asking if you're in any discomfort during a position, checking up on you during rougher activity), and aftercare (bringing you towels/water/a cigarette (lol), proposing to go pee, holding you on occasion if matters had been overly rough and you might still be trembling).

he would also totally be the type to run his fingers through your hair and even play with it. i don't care how OOC some people believe this to be — i need it. sometimes a girl just needs something of the sort.

[dylanconrique]

NOW I'M IN HYSTERICS BECAUSE I THOUGHT LUCY WAS JUST AFFECTIONATELY TOUCHING TIM'S CHEEK BUT REALLY SHE'S REACHING UP TO TOUCH THE TIPS OF HER FINGERS TO THE ITTY BITTY CUT JUST ABOVE HIS EYEBROW WHILE THINKING TO HERSELF HOW GRATEFUL SHE IS THAT HE'S HERE DANCING WITH HER AT NOLAN AND BAILEY'S WEDDING. OH I'M A MESS, OOHOHOHOHOHO I'M A MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[my-name-is-apollo]

I feel like we HAD to have talked about this at some point, but thinking of Apollo ships, what are your thoughts on Apollo x my man Ares? ❤️- Odiko Ptino

@odiko-ptino you know what I have been thinking about them lately!! Mostly because I've been reading Record of Ragnarok and their dynamic in it is uhh interesting, so I couldn't help myself. Now here's what I found about them in the myths:

1. Ares, under Hera's orders, kept a watch on Leto to prevent her from giving birth on lands.

2. Apollo sent Heracles to kill Cycnus, a son of Ares, for murdering the pilgrims. Ares was in support of his son here but Heracles defeated him.

3. Hermes and Apollo made fun of the situation when Ares and Aphrodite got caught red handed.

4. Apollo defeated Ares in the boxing match of the Olympic games.

5. According to Homer, Hyginus and Nonnus, Apollo was involved in killing the Aloadae after they kidnapped Ares.

6. In the Iliad, Apollo asks Ares to go teach a lesson to Diomedes for trying to attack both him and Aphrodite and Ares obeys him.

7. Apollo intervened and stopped a fight between Athena and Ares.

8. In the Homeric hymn to Apollo, Ares is enjoying himself in Apollo's concert.

When read in that order, it does seem like they both start off as rivals and eventually form a friendship. I have to admit I hadn't considered shipping them till recently, but it has grown on me. When it comes to Apollo's ships, I'm usually slightly more interested in reading Apollo's POV (because I feel like he's usually the one with more complicated feelings) but this is one of the few ships where I'm more invested in the other person's POV because I think the feelings are actually more complicated for Ares.

On Apollo's end, he is more or less neutral towards Ares. I'm sure he can be a tease, and will get cocky about being Zeus' favorite son, but unlike Athena he is never hostile to Ares for the sake of being hostile. He goes against Ares when the situation calls for it, but that's about it. To be honest I feel like he, being the more rational one, would understand to some extent how Ares feels. But he would not bother much to really do anything about it up until some point because *gestures at the past* things being this way is mostly not his fault and Ares isn't too welcoming. Ares, on the other hand...Apollo is the one Ares that he should hate the most (besides Athena). He is the golden child, the most favored son who is constantly being adored and loved. So Ares thinks that he is his rival, and also that Apollo also must hate him the same amount. But, I also think he probably looks up to Apollo too in a convoluted way - like wishing he could be that while always being aware that he can never be that. One day he'll realise that Apollo doesn't hate and it will be such a mind blowing experience for him lol. Seeing the shift in his feelings towards the person he has a lot of complicated feelings for would be fascinating, and being loved by that person could be a cathartic experience for Ares.

And you know how Ares was also associated with civil order? Do you think that was perhaps due Apollo's influence (just like how he made Hermes the divine messenger and the god of flocks?) They both can also definitely bond over fatherhood!! That is probably one of my favourite things here lol. Aphrodite is also the common bestie (partner) here so it's gotta be be fun.

[backpackingspace]

Okay but xie lian really do just being lying the whole series

[pretentiouswreckingball]

loops!! what’s ur favorite ot edition?

Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me.

celia you're asking the important questions thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about this, in this essay I will—

So I started watching OT like actively with the 2018 edition and they’re my favorites 🥹, their hymn it’s beautiful and the best one and la grupales buaaaa the best ones!!

idk there’s something about the way they truly are friend and has stayed friends even after all these years. I still remember when they did the OT Anniversary and they were the only edition where all the contestants attended.

Though I have to say this edition 2023 was really great I mean Juantin has my heart!! so many talented people this year and their singles are gooood The year with the best level I love them!!

[tennis-kittens]

AO 2024 • Doubles • R1 • Miscellaneous

[softquietsteadylove]

some more jack and thenamesh? jacks grandparents, bens parents, come to visit as a surprise but jack is home alone with thena and gil because phastos and ben are on a date and jacks grandparents are a bit worried and confused because they don't know these people but jack is happy to say: this is my aunt thena and my uncle gil

"Jack?"

"Jaddi! Jaddati!" he smiled, rushing over to them as they closed the front door behind them.

"Hello," his grandmother leaned down, patting her grandson's head while her eyes were occupied with the strangers at the top of the stairs. "Jack, wh-who is here with you?"

Jack looked up the stairs as Aunt Thena stood first, always the most on guard when it came to meeting new people. Uncle Gil moved to stand beside her, watching things quietly. He grasped his grandmother's hand. "Jaddati, this is Aunt Thena and Uncle Gil. They're from Dad's side of the family."

Their eyes bulged, never having thought they would meet Phastos' mysterious family. They looked between themselves before trying to smile somewhat naturally. "H-How nice to meet you."

Aunt Thena watched as they ascended the stairs with Jack leading them. She took a few steps back to make room for them. But he had seen Aunt Thena meet new people before, and this was pretty normal for her.

"Aunt Thena, Uncle Gil," Jack moved between the two couples, trying to introduce them properly, like a grownup. "This is my Jaddi and Jaddati. They're Baba's parents."

Aunt Thena tilted her head at them, speaking slowly, "hello."

"Uh," Uncle Gil tried more to smile at them, "h-hi. Ben's family--we've heard about you!"

"Really?"

Jack twisted his lips as the events unfolded. They weren't being unfriendly, but there was something not quite right, either. He looked between both sets of people in his life. "Aunt Thena and Uncle Gil helped Dad save the world!"

His Jaddati smiled, clearing her throat and toying with the edge of her hijab. "Jack has such a wonderful imagination."

Thena just barely got her mouth open before Gil wrapped his arm around her waist. "Kids are great for that."

"Phastos has such a, uh," his Jaddi floundered, touching his hands to his jeans, "broad family tree. Where have you come from?"

"We are visiting from Australia," Aunt Thena finally spoke up. "Phastos and Ben were kind enough to open their home to us during our stay."

"Ah, yes," Jaddati smiled at them, the edges of it still shaky. "A-And how long are you staying?"

Uncle Gil and Aunt Thena just looked at each other. As far as Jack knew, they were staying until they had to go back to Australia for some reason or another. Maybe to do house stuff? Jaddi and Jaddati spend half the year back east, maybe his aunt and uncle would do the same with their home back in Australia.

"Until we have outstayed our welcome."

Jack eyed his grandparents. He could understand why they were nervous around his other relatives. Dad said everyone from their family just...had that effect on people (humans).

His grandmother straightened her shoulders and moved closer to the other woman present, both of them tall and statuesque when eye to eye. "Thena, was it?"

"It was."

She continued despite the peculiar woman naming herself Jack's aunt. "We have had the pleasure of knowing Phastos for a very long time now, and having him as a son for some of that has been a blessing."

Jack watched Aunt Thena closely. She had little things about her that could tell him a lot about how she was feeling. He caught the way her shoulders lowered faintly and her hands became less tightly clasped closed.

"I understand that there was a time when you were all," Jaddati searched for the right word, "separated."

Uncle Gil's hand slid over Aunt Thena's, moving their fingers together.

"But Phastos is a good man, and my son married the right person for him." Jaddati straightened her shoulders more, matching Aunt Thena's rigid posture. "And it is through them both we were given Jack. So I am thankful to your brother, and that he was brought into our lives."

Gil raised his eyebrows. Thena smiled at the human woman.

"Family of Phastos'," his grandmother held out her hands to Thena, "is family of ours."

Thena observed the hands for just a second before slowly holding her own to mirror the position. Her pale ones slipped against the hands of Jack's grandmother's. She blinked. "You have aged remarkably well."

"Thena!" Uncle Gil pinched her side, making her make a face at him. He chuckled, smiling at Jack's grandmother especially, "s-sorry. We, uh, don't get out much."

But Jaddati smiled, the same way Baba smiled at Aunt Thena when they were getting along so well. "It was a compliment, was it not?"

"It was."

Uncle Gil sighed. He often said he wanted Aunt Thena to meet and get along with more humans. Well, Jack thought this was a perfect opportunity! "Hey!"

Thena and Jaddati both looked at him sharply.

"Uh," he lost some nerve but tried to stay strong, clasping his hands in front of him (if he acted cute, maybe they would agree). "W-We should all do something together."

"Like what?" Uncle Gil chuckled, the way he did when he was humouring him.

"The..." Jack eyed his collective family, looking at him expectantly. "Movies?"

"I do believe your fathers have said that your screen time is too much this week already."

Jaddati looked at Thena, clearly pleased with her input. She put her hands on her hips, "you should listen to your aunt, Jack."

He sighed, looking down at his feet, "yes, Jaddati."

"What about this?" his grandfather held his hands out, eager to salvage the bonding moment. "We were going to take Ben and Phastos and Jack out to dinner when we arrived. We can call them and meet them in the city--all five of us!"

"That's a great idea!" Gil joined in, especially eager to bond over food, even more especially with their new extended family. He looked at Thena, "c'mon, baby, please?"

Jack and Jaddati both looked at Thena, who visibly squirmed, trying to look away from Gil's big puppy dog eyes. Jack made the same expression, pressing his hands together, "pretty please, Aunt Thena?"

All three humans - plus her husband - witnessed the second her resolve melted in the face of her nephew. "Very well."

"Yes! It's gonna be great, I promise!"

Jack's grandparents traded a look as he skipped and wrapped his arms around his aunt's torso. She didn't seem entirely natural about the physical affection, but her hand could not have been gentler as she laid it atop Jack's head.

"Wash your hands and wear something warm," she directed.

"Okay!" he agreed readily in his excitement. He took Jaddi and Jaddati's hands again. "You should bring your stuff in here. And you can sit next to me at dinner! Aunt Thena sits next to me too, because she doesn't always like food that's not Uncle Gil's, but she'll go halvesies with me no matter what I get."

[boxwinebaddie]

wait nina why did jersey go to juvy again?

saaaaaur...okay.

it pains me to say this because jersey is my angel and under all the aggression and hard lines, he is smooth and soft as anything but...

jersey was a bad kid.

and i mean a REALLY Bad kid.

like just to make a crucial distinction between pep!kyle and rm!jersey:

( which, yes, i do realize that it's insane that they are the same character but are written so drastically different by me across both my fics, but i think it really goes to show just how much your environment & your circumstances effect the person you become. )

peppermint kyle was very neat tiny handwriting, color-coded notebooks, sweater-vests, squeaky clean record, honor roll, took his job as hall monitor extremely seriously, preppy, quiet and calculated, was an 'um, actually' kid, teacher's pet, valedictorian, textbook 'good'.

rem(ember) kyle?

naaaaaaught so much.

on the subject of juvie/kyle's infractions with the law ( yes, i do think that it's extremely ironic that he is a lawyer given that is constantly disrespectful to authority figures/doesn't respect them whatsoever )

for context: it was the summer immediately following stan's death, kyle had just turned thirteen and the broflovski's had spent a very long vacation somewhere far off, maybe a tropical island, bc they wanted kyle to have a very relaxing/rehabilitating experience after being legitmately traumatized by the death of his super best friend slash love of his life...he was not relaxed at all, btw. and he saw stan in every fucking coconut and palm tree, the ocean was too blue, etc.

but when they got back in to start the school year up, kyle noticed that...there were people in stan's old house, aka the house next door that stan and the marshes had lived in before moving to tegridy...

and kyle...BROKE.

he had a full on Psychotic Break, like a massive pstd episode because

Someone Was In Stan's Room.

someone who was Not stan was in HIS STAN'S ROOM.

so literally with his pupils so dilated with rage that they were pitch black, not even a silver of the beautiful vermilion green stan loved so much, he climbed out his window, no shoes on, no nothing, like in his fucking terrance and phillip pajamas and then proceeded to climb the garden trellis he used to use to get up into stan's room and when the latch on the window wouldn't open he pUNCHED A FUCKING HOLE THROUGHT THE WINDOW AND SHATTERED IT before stepping through it. and his entire hand was fucked up, like blood running everywhere, but kyle didn't care about all he cared about was getting answers and he didn't care what he had to do to get them.

so what he did was grab a GIANT JAGGED SHARD OF GLASS off the floor, hold it over some poor little seven year's olds throat who, mind you, had just moved in next door!!! also he was SEVEN??? and kyle was just like "who the fuck are you??? who The FUCK ARE YOU??? WHY ARE YOU IN STANS ROOM??? WHERE IS STANS STUFF??? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH STANS STUFF!!!!! HUH!!!!!"

and this kid is SCREAMING, like he is Screaming and Crying bc he's so scared, there's blood all over him ( not bc he got hurt, other than psychoogical damage that child was unharmed ) kyle's blood from his busted fucking hand that is basically a wound at this point, so the kid is just crying for his parents, telling kyle he doesn't know what he's talking about, and kyle is about to slit his throat like GUT HIM like a fish, i'm not even joking he was...Seriously Unwell.

and ofc, his parents got there, saw what happened, called 911, called sheila and gerald and it was just this really, reeeallly brutal, gnarly scene of a ton of police officers holding kyle back, they had to like sedate him to get him into the ambulance all the while kyle is just looking at sheila, who isn't even mad at him she's just so worried about him ( ft. gerald being like 'oh my god, i can't believe he would do something so stupid! the whole town is gonna talk about it! what are the guys at the firm going to think of this! i'm ruined! ) and kyle is just hyserically sobbing like "ma—mA, did you see? did you see they got rid of stan's stuff???? where's stan's STUFF, ma? THEY TOOK HIS STUFF, MA!!! STAN'S STUFF, IT'S ALL GONE, IT'S ALL—"

...and the sedative kicks in, kyle's eyes roll back, he's limp and they put him into the ambulence. sheila is besides herself, she's trying to talk to the other family who is FREAKING OUT ( she also didn't have the heart to tell kyle there was no 'stan stuff' all of the stan stuff that wasn't given to kyle in a little shoebox like a fucking cardboard casket was all that was left of stan...everything else was lost in the fire ) ike is dead silent, wordlessly crying, clinging to sheila's legs wearing kyle's ushanka, completely traumatized by that...gerald is making business calls and being the worst fucking father of the year....UUUUUUUGH.

but even That did not put kyle in juvie.

oh no, my friends.

that put kyle in the south park mental house...where he was an ABSOLUTE FUCKING MENACE EVERY SECOND OF EVERYDAY and was there for about a year? i think? before they spit him out, like, they probably should have kept him in there longer, but he was actually so vile and wicked and insane that he scared all the hospital staff within inches of their lives, constantly caused a ruckus, tried to escape like every other day, bit lots of people. they wanted him gone.

speaking of gone, after kyle's stint in the looney bin, the broflovski's moved back to new jersey where sheila's side of the family lives just because kyle was waaaaay too unstable to keep living in south park. also, fun fact, kyle threatened to kill cartman so many times that he had to get a Restraining Order out against kyle and tbh, he Would have beaten cartman within an inch of his life or to death after stan disappeared on the night of the sadie hawkin's dance BUT...

shelley did it for him.

right before she died.

( go shelley, i love you miche <3 )

but back to kyle...or as i, and the entire state of nj like to call him,

jew jersey, better known as kyley b.

who was a fucking TEMPEST.

i mean the mean streets of new jersey cowered and fear when kyley b was on the sidewalk, ppl cried just lookin at him, he was That Bitch.

like, pep!kyle was pocket protectors and tube socks and sweaters.

jew jersey kyley b was ginger hair slicked back with gel, busted lip, knuckles cracked, white tank top, star of david chain, baggy jeans, sweatpants, mean mugging, flipping you the bird; A DELINQUENT.

which is naaaught, again, to say that kyle wasn't a good student. kyle was a Great student. kyle was the best student at south park elem/mid and across all six schools he attended in new jersey. easy.

but...he attended six schools, my friends. or, offended, rather, six schools. so it didn't matter that he was a fucking genius, ten times smarter than all the kids and in his teens already smarter than all the adults too, he was waaay too much of a liability and always fighting, brawling, starting shit, causing a huge scene.

on that note and to answer a different ask message inside this one, i got asked by some lovely anon a while back about why kyle didn't get get into any of the ivies he applied for even though he's a genius...

it's because while he got straight as, he was as crooked as they came.

my boys rap sheet was a miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiile long.

and mind you, this is pre!ed kyle, like he was a big boy and he was SLAMMIN people into the sides of building, grinding them into the ground, if stupid gangbanger dudes tried to pick a fight with him, they'd be picking their teeth out of the pavement. he was BRUTAL.

pep!kyle wanted teachers to like him and was a brown-noser, but if a teacher asked jers 'i'm sorry kyle, do you want to teach the class?' bc he was either talking or looking bored, he'd be like 'thought you'd neva ask.' <3 and start LITERALLY TEACHING??? like the work he turned in was beautiful but that boy was a bomb, i think he threw a DESK??? AT A TEACHER ONCE???? like if you try and wave the yard stick at him he will snap it in half n brandish the wood shards at you.

THAT BITCH IS CRAZY AND HE IS MY BABY!!!!!

as far as what Finally sent kyle to juvie...i can't say, i don't know.

i didn't have that planned out, what i will say, though, is that kyle practically LIVED in the new jersey police station/correctional office showing up every day w/ bruised knuckles and a busted ass nose like Sigh...What Was It This Time, Broflovski? ( totally done w/ his shit )

and kyle's like *cracks knuckles, puts feet up on desk*

'some idiot called me gay earlier, so naturally i figured he was comin' awn to me. cute huh? so i decided we should jus' skip the first date dinna or whateva and get riiiight to the good part. so i stuck my foot so far up that cocksuckas ayss that it came straight out his mouth. speakin'a straight, pretty ironic cwalin a yourself straight and then takin' it from another guy, don'tcha think? but yaknow, i tried not to clown him for cryin' too much; coming out is a very emotional thing. i'm a sensitive type, you know that officer. and if i'd'a known it was his first time...i woulda been a little gentla' takin his viriginity. mazel. <3"

he's so fucking funny, i am obsessed w/ jersey. the police officers, however, did not share my sentiment. i swear the second they hear kyle come through those door they're all like "aaaaaaah for Fucks sake. alright, who wants to deal with broflovski today?" and one of the officers is like "don't look at me, i did that last week, i got the kids tonight" and reluctantly the last guy looks around and is like "fuck me, i guess I'LL do it, but you fuckers are paying for all my drinks."

and trust me, you will need a drink! a stiff one! kyle is Very Fucking Mean like!!! we read what he just did to that guys ass w/ his foot!!!

but whatever got kyle sent to juvie had to be like...one hundred times worse than that...i gotta let that cook a little but it was probably REALLY BAD ( i think it was in sheila's honor tho! he is my bad boy w/ a good heart, y'know ) and it was gnaaaaaaaarly. i'm talking like kyle beating someone bloody, broken bones, facial reconstruction, probably mild grand theft auto, punching multiple cops in the face, resisting arrest...a MESS all while screaming and cussing at the top of his lungs via the new jersey slaughterhouse accent which...

i feel like that entire event was horrifying...but if stan was there...i'm so sorry he would be like sheeesh oh my god diooooos mio is it hot in here HSJSKAKA HEEEELP

SPEAKING OF KYLE AND BOY JAIL AND STAN!!!!!!! someone Also once asked me about stan's forbidden internet digging on kyle, if he found out he was in juvie and...he Did...but a lot goes into it.

so basically, in the state of colorado, the psych records of minors are public property, so when stan was being a nosy, nosy little boy and missed his best friend, he found out via google search that 13 year old kyle had been admitted to the south park mental house for about a year. and the trail went dark after that....UNTIL...stan was about sixteen and this viral news article was going around about this deranged humongous teenage boy in new jersey doing bat shit insane shit, running from the cops fighting cops...and they didn't say the kids name but they did say that when kyle punched like all 32 teeth out of some guys mouth he said...

"smile, pendejo"

aND STAN WAS IMMEDIATELY LIKE OH MY GOD ITS MY HUSBAND!!!! but you know...had to act cool...you know...can't let dad and kenny know that you know the love of your life resurfaced...fml. LITERALLY STAN IS STANBANNED FROM GOOGLING KYLE!!! A MENACE, BUT STAN MARSH IS A ONE MAN MAN!!! HE IS WED!

okay, moving on, so there were no pictures of kyle in that article and it didn't say his name but it did say that the troubled teen was sent to juvenile hall. BUT THERE A LOT OF THOSE FML and also new jersey minor records are sealed so.....oh my god....i have Second Hand Embarrassment from stan doing literally the most here.

i don't even Care that jersey almost killed multiple people, ravenstan STOLE KENNYS DRUG DEALER BURNER PHONE, and called every single fucking juvenille detention center in new jersey doing THE WORST!!!! THE WOOOOOOORST SHEILA IMPRESSION EVAAAA! trying to get to kyle. btw, a lot of them were dead ends, obviously were like nice try kid, 'we can't release that info' and he was about to give up...then the Very Last Number he dialed was this absolute shit hole of a juvenile detention center that happened to have kyle...and i just Know kyle was wearing that place down, so when stan asked they were like Oh GOD, Are You Sure? STEVE, LOOK!!! SOMEONE ACTUALLY WANTS TO SPEAK TO THE BEAST. I KNOW! I CANT BELIEVE IT NEITHA! BROFLOVSKI GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!!

not stan like literally heart beating one million miles per hour, twirling his hair around his finger, eyes sparkling....and kyles just like WHO THE FAWK ARE YOU?! and stans just like, time stops for a second, bc his brain is doing his lovely synesthesia boy thing where all his senses and synapses are lining up, its the most beautiful sound in the world, everything is singing and it's like...at long last...My Kyle. <3

bUT THEN ITS LIKE AAAAAH FUCK OH MY GOD SHIT SHIT SHIT I CALLED MY SUPER BEST FRIEND WHO THINKS IM DEAD OH GOD FUCK I DIDNT THINK THIS FAR ALONG so he is just Frozen??? hsakds like literally just breathing hard on the other end while scary ass juvie new jersey kyle is verbally eviscerating the FUCK out of him like "I ONLY GET TEN MINUTES OF PHONE TIME A DAY AYSHOLE!! WHEN I GET OUTTA HERE JUST WAIT, BITCH!!! I’LL K.I.L.L. YOU!!!”

and stan is NERVOUS!!!! naturally like both bc he's like u are the love of my life and i miss you and i don't know what to do bc i'm a stupid teenage boy who wanted to hear ur voice...but also i am kind of scared of you...but also hi please kiss me ;) omg jfc...stan go to THERAPY!

so he just LAUGHS!!! like just a little under his breath bc he’s super anxious and flustered...and you know, it's not a cute sound, its clunky and nasally and weird and

...It’s STAN.

but before kyle can say anything, stan hangs up in a Panic becuase chef comes upstairs and ooooooough my god....stan gets in SO much trouble, it's so bad. like he is like on lockdown for doing that. which, i know sounds extreme, BUT STAN IS DEAD!!! STAN ALSO TECHNICALLY KILLED SOMEONE, COMMITTED ARSON AND IDENTITY FRAUD!!! i would say being grounded for a while is very tame…smh, i’m just—baby, what the fuck did you think was going to happen???

back to kyle though, who is LOSING IT because he was like that was stan’s voice THAT. WAS. MY. STAN!!! but that number was untraceable, the correctional officers were like they called you, you should know who they are and he was like yEAH IK THAT WAS STAN!!! and theyre like oh boy here we go like no, kyle…that was not you Dead Best Friend calling you…hands and multiple heavy objects were thrown…you know the drill…and kyle spent a night in solitary dreamin abt stan & his stupid laugh.

btw, in therapy they told him that was just a hallucination or that he wanted to hear stans voices so bad he Made It Up so that’s…fun!!! everyone keep telling kyle he’s crazy when he’s right!!! makes so much sense!

but yeah, kyle was in juvie for about a year and then his senior year of high school he did in person…btw while he was in juvie, he was running that whole place like the goddamn Navy, like, holy shit, kyle was the lawyer ceo king of juvie. ALSO!!! again, please note most of the kyley b pinterest pictures mostly just hair and outfit/vibe references, kyle’s ed did not manifest until the summer after season year when he got rejected from all his ivies/waitlisted for columbia because he thought that because he didn’t look or talk the way sophisticated people do, and wasn’t super mode skinny or flawless, that he would never make it anywhere in the world and he was like fuck you all, i’m gonna play your game…and i’m gonna win.

tldr; regardless of how much jersey weighed at any given time….Not Only Was Jersey Fione…He Was Also Ripped.

;))))

I SAID WHAT I SAID!!! like kyle was out here in the streets every day fighting, threatening to shiv people in juvenile hall, cracking aholes in the cafeteria with the lunch trays & going to solitary, my man is HARD LINED!!!

i feel like bc of his hauntingly beautiful, elegant refined dark academia aesthetic and the ed kyle seems waiflike and brittle but iiiiii beg to differ i think jersey kyle is crazy dummy Stupid SWOLE!!! like he goes to take off his sweater and his teeshirt gets caught and everyone’s jaw is on the floor like HEEEEELLLOOOO NEW JERSEY!!

i must say that unfortunately a large part of kyle’s ed is him staying in shape, he does really long runs Every Single Morning Without Fail and when he’s not studying or working or in class he is at the gym, so even though his body is literally killing over from exhaustion, whatever meager or barely there strength he has left is put into punishing himself for putting creamer in his coffee…sigh.

BUT ANYWAYS!!! SWOLE SCARY SEXY JERSEY KYLE!

-uncle nina, standing w/ her cancelled, problematic son

[russilton]

Me most days: ignore people who say shitty things, don’t let it get to you, don’t give air to people who’s opinion doesn’t matter-

Tumblr: what if we put something on your dash so bad you’ll block 4 people and lie in bed feeling angry about it.

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