#I love the sheer height and verticality

[silvergarnet12]

I may not be able to be playing the game myself at server close time(my brother lent the gamepad charger out years ago and never got it back), but it does make me smile to see my favourite stage Moray Towers is in the last Splatoon 1 turf war rotation.

[the-jump-manual-reviews-2023]

Jump Manual's Jacob Hiller Review: IS IT A SCAM?

If you’re a basketball fanatic who has a love for the game, then the thought of one day being able to dunk has probably crossed your mind. Now in terms of height and God given ability, not everyone can be born with what NBA players have.  Today, we dive into the realm of vertical leap enhancement with one of the most reputable programs in the field – “The Jump Manual” by the renowned athletic performance coach, Jacob Hiller. Hiller is a certified personal trainer by the ACE (American Council on Exercise), and his methods and techniques are tried and true. So you can be sure that you’re getting the right information from a legit source. In The Jump Manual, he busts a lot of these myths and shows you exactly what works and what doesn’t, so you can focus on the things that do, and avoid all the pitfalls that lead to failure/mediocre results. With more than 10 years of experience under his belt, Jacob has mastered his method and techniques to perfection and put it into his manual, giving you insights into what works and what doesn’t when it comes to increasing your vertical leap. The program was released in 2008 and since then has helped thousands of athletes to reach their dream of dunking. And even 10 years later, at age 35, Jacob Hiller's vertical is still impressive! I first decided to try it because I was intrigued with the Max Explosion workout. The manual is an entire program of vertical jump training. It show which days to train, sets, reps, techniques, and a video demonstration of all exercises used. It also gives you information on nutrition and recovery. Recovery is huge for explosive athletes. 

If there’s something I noticed about basketball players is that usually the majority of them depend upon professional coaches or their colleagues for guidance and information during their jump training. They work meticulously and try hard repeating the exercises which are known to increase vertical jump. Due to the sheer amount of work they put in, what would be a small problem for an amateur now becomes a big problem for the professional and the result is usually an ongoing fail. Essentially Jacob Hiller discusses the difference between working out for muscle strength and muscle endurance.  Knowing the difference between these two is important as doing the wrong one will essentially mean you are wasting your time if your goal is to increase your vertical jump. The uniqueness in this program is that it uses what’s called a ‘multi facet approach‘. Basically, this means assaulting the problem from all angles possible to create the maximum effect. This program uses scientific techniques to improve your vertical jump and is supported by clinical studies which prove these methods are the most safe and effective in exercising your vertical jump. If you have never performed deadlifts or heavy squats, Jacob Hiller recommends finding a trainer to show you the correct techniques. Without a trainer, you are risking hurting your back, your knees or both. The Jump Manual is more effective for experienced weightlifters as opposed to beginners. Experienced weightlifters can use the exercises and techniques in this book to improve their skills and see a significant strength increase within a fairly short period of time.

Following the program, you will see a marked difference in performance of all necessary components that make up an excellent baller. Plus the confidence boost it gives is worth the signup fee alone! The level of athleticism achieved by each individual is down to how intensely they follow the program and the level of commitment demonstrated. With a focused approach and unwavering dedication, you really can increase your jump. Whether you’re a dedicated basketball player aspiring to dominate the court, a volleyball enthusiast reaching for those sky-high spikes, or simply a fitness enthusiast eager to test your jumping prowess, “The Jump Manual” promises to take your athletic abilities to new heights. As a result, if you’re able to follow through with the directions, you’re just about assured to have an eruptive upright when you’re done. I bought the program myself back when I was just getting into learning how to dunk, and after completing it, I saw some pretty nice results. And in that 10 weeks, I saw an improvement of slightly over 9.6” in my vertical. 

Click here to Visit The Official Jump Manual Website

[edds-sm00t-corner]

Main four Edd, Matt, Tom, and Tord with a short s/o nsfw headcanons

Small Size <3

!!MAJOR SMUT WARNING!!

Pronouns: Gender Neutral(They/Them)

Characters: Edd, Matt, Tom, & Tord!

Genre: Headcanons

First attempt at gender neutral let's go

Edd:

- oh this mf has THE biggest size kink

- not only because he's tall, but he's also chubby-

- so that means he usually makes his s/o look like dwarf (at least physically)

- and in the bedroom ;)

- usually he likes to pin you down and fuck you, swallowing you up in the sheer size of him

- he finds it so hot how he can easily cage you in his softness

- and when you manage to dom him, he gets so turned on by the fact he could trap you. He could hold you down but... he doesn't. Instead he lets you take the reigns.

- and holy FUCK is it attractive...

- either way, your size makes him think a little to heavily on what he could get you to do.

- stay away from his sketchbooks and maybe you won't know that info.

Matt:

- that man is 6’6 (in my hcs) he is going to make you look PETITE BRO </3

- yeah unless you're like... 5’10, you're gonna look tiny asf next to him.

- so you're probably gonna get your hole so filled when you're with him

- I mean, he may be skinny but his sheer vertical advantage still means he can do so much to you

- my mans favorite thing to do is to mirror fuck you.

- not only to see his own face, but show you how tiny you really are compared to him <3

- he'll also love it if you fuck him, making him look pathetic as shit for being able to get doomed by someone so tiny.

- dom him and he'll cum on spot /hj

Tom:

- ok it depends on his form.

- human form, not gonna get much unless your super fucking tiny.

- monster form however

- monster form is something else.

- when he's half shifted he's 11ft tall (335.28 cm/3.35 meters)

- which means he's gonna fucking destroy you with his height.

- LIKE HOLY SHIT THSI MAN WILL HOLD AND FUCK YOU UP AGAINST A WALL NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD THAT YOUR HEAD IS LITERALLY RESTING ON HIS FUCKING CHEST-

- this man loves to make you feel tiny, filling up your whole and putting his claw on your stomach muttering

- “you’re so tiny, darling... maybe I should just use you as my cocksleeve~”

Tord:

- ok when it comes to height he's kinda disappointing unless you're like-

- 4’9? Bc my man is average height

- BUT HIS COCK BRO- it's kinda big.

- which means usually you can see a bit of his cock poking out of your stomach.

- and he'll tease you endlessly for it.

- “awhh so tiny~ look at my cock absolutely destroying your insides~”

- and you'll bet he'll go 10x faster when he notices

- he wants you to be reminded that he's the one in charge here, no matter what you try.

- and don't think about squirming from his cock, it'll just make him wanna overstim you.

[zinzinina]

Hi hi Sam!! 💕 Could I please send a ✨ for ‘Hierarchy of Needs’ (one of my favorite fics, btw)? I am thinking about the part where reader first sees Rex on the Resolute, and she’s senses his energy signature. I’d just love to know what he was thinking about! 💖

Hi Jess! Thank you so much, my love! I had a lot of fun with your suggestion x

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader Words: 950 Rating: Mature (Non-explicit) Warnings: Canon-typical mention of violence and war

This is a reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Rex’s POV.

from a certain point of view ask game ✨

Rex’s mind is so deep into strategy he’s barely aware of the quiet murmuring around the edges of the holodisplay from the figures waiting for the briefing to begin. He needs to mobilise a small detachment without attracting attention from the main deluge of fire; he’s already considering which troopers are most likely to manage to make planetfall without coming to any harm.

But then he hears the familiar, smooth lilt of Skywalker’s voice behind him.

“…is Captain Rex, of the 501st.”

He turns at the sound of his name, and there you are.

Rex isn’t flustered easily. He can’t afford it. It doesn’t help anybody in the heat of battle when the commanding officer is left without a plan, regardless of what happens. His men look to him in the midst of death and dismemberment and horrors beyond anything they could have imagined sitting through simulations in training. It’s his job to stay calm, even if his stomach is turning with the sights and smells of warfare.

Which makes the sheer intensity of his body’s response to the sight of you even more alarming.

His heart jolts like he’s been thrown out of a moving transport without warning. Every thought of flight paths and ballistic vertices leaves him, his head completely empty except for this: what are you doing out here? You’re only supposed to be providing ground support for relief missions; evacuating civilians, accompanying official convoys safely to their destinations. This is an active combat zone. It isn’t safe. But as he watches you tilt your head, listening intently to whatever Skywalker’s saying now, he’s reminded that nowhere in the galaxy is safe anymore. Not for soldiers, not for civilians, and not for Jedi.

Your eyes turn up and meet his, and he’s caught for the first time in your direct gaze. His breath leaves him. Maker, you’re beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembers, in the way you’d gently crossed your arms over your chest during the last holoconference, your fingers tapping lightly against your own forearm. He could nearly buckle under the weight of this; how close you are, close enough to smell the faint sweetness of incense on your robes and hair. He feels like a cadet again; as though he’s experiencing the same embarrassed, slightly dizzy groundlessness of falling from a height during a training exercise and being teased by his older brothers. He can nearly hear the grin in Cody’s voice ringing in his ears: “Get up, vod’ika! It’s not naptime now!”

Your lips part slightly as you gaze across into his face, and he feels the prickle of heat under the high neck of his blacks as this thought intrudes above all others: your bottom lip looks as though it would be so soft under the gentle press of his thumb… or his teeth.

It only takes him a second to shuffle through this storm of emotion and shove it all down — hard. He knows he was pretty quick, but as your brows draw slightly together in confusion, he worries for a moment he wasn’t quick enough. With a focus bordering on frantic, he draws up thoughts of his DC-17s; mentally disassembling them, cleaning out the interior components, checking over the carbines. He realises that his distracted nod of acknowledgement to you is gruff, bordering almost on surliness, but it’s better than the alternative.

He ignores Skywalker’s sideways glance of amusement, maintaining his concentration as the briefing commences. Even as he directs every thread of his attention to avoiding them, the thoughts still turn over in the hidden quiet of the underneath-part of his mind. At one point, your hand comes up unconsciously to touch your chin, your index finger brushing the side of your mouth. And if he weren’t already watching you, he’d have missed it; but there it is, and you glance at him again for just a second, your eyes darting nervously away.

He’s seen this before. With the soft-spoken archivist on Coruscant. With the funny, glamorous translator aide on that mission to Malastare. Glittering, confident women in bars during nights off, and shy, sweet women on remote farming worlds. He’s not unaware of the presence he carries, and he’s had enough women stroking their own lips while looking at him to know what it means. In the same moment that the realisation swells with joy in his chest, it breaks his fucking heart.

Rex has never allowed himself to want anything too deeply. Some of his brothers relish in their shore leave; glutting themselves on civilian food, drinking and dancing until they’re nearly too exhausted to stumble back to the barracks. He can’t begrudge them this. Not when any night could be their last. He’s never shared in these activities with quite the same level of enthusiasm though, finding it foolish, close to dangerous to want something that he couldn’t have. Every fresh-cooked cantina meal only made the ration packs the next morning taste that much blander by comparison.

So instead he’d managed to almost completely convince himself that everything he wanted, he already had. To serve the Republic with dignity and pride. To protect the people who couldn’t protect themselves. To be a brave, strong leader. A good brother. A good soldier.

But looking at you as you nervously readjust the wide sleeves of your robes, your eyelashes flicking sideways as you glance at the tally marks on his thighplate, he realises how very wrong he was. There was never any danger in food or spirits, cards or dancing. The danger was here all along, right where he’d stumble blindly into it. And now that he’s faced with the one thing so far removed from the realm of possibility as to be almost physically painful, he’s never wanted anything so badly in his entire life.

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made a full transcript of the oblivion queue videos!! plus a transcript of the oblivion coke advert bc I love it :]

Queue videos

Station video

Coke ad

under the cut bc it’s LONG

[edit 9/4/2024] THE STATION VIDEO IS HERE NOW I FORGOR

[LoD - Lord of Darkness LoL - Lord of Light]

[Queue]

LoD: Welcome. You have been designated for Oblivion. The decision to come here was not your own, it was ours. The thought was implanted in your brain by auto-suggestion.

What you are about to see will prepare you physically and psychologically for the most intense ride experience ever devised. If you wish to survive oblivion, we advise you to observe the screens at all times.

This is the word’s first vertical drop rollercoaster. During the ride you will free fall face-first into blackness. The free-falling object is something which falls under the sole influence of gravity. Unfortunately, I’m this instance, that object will be you. Free-falling objects accelerate as they plummet downwards. This is a ticker tape trace of a ball falling taken at 0.1 second intervals. The fact that the distance the ball travels is increasing shows it is speeding up. Unfortunately, unlike the ball, people do not bounce.

When there is air resistance, large objects fall faster than small ones, and as you’ll be falling vertically on a ride car that weighs more than a large elephant, this could be some cause for concern. In fact, if Newton’s 2nd law of gravity is applied to your predicament, this could mean you are about to be trashed.

During the drop into darkness, the gravitational pull may exert excessive force on body tissue. For instance, you may experience a reduction in skin moisture. Dehydration may lead to an evaporation of essential protective brain fluid… This may cause the brain to rattle around in the skull a bit.

In stressful situations such as these, the body’s fight or flight response is activated. Muscles tense, heart rate increases and there is an increase in body temperature. For those about to ride Oblivion… extreme anxiety may even cause spontaneous combustion. Make sure you are wearing flame-proof underwear.

At the same time, adrenaline levels also rise and the brain’s chemical messengers go into overdrive. Adrenaline junkies may OD on the excitement.

G-force is another factor. Take a pilot for instance, the maximum g-force a human being can withstand is plus or minus 9g. 9g means that a pilot is undergoing a force 9 times that of earth. If he weighs 200 pounds, he will suddenly feel as if he weighs 18,000 pounds.

The force involved involved makes blood flow to the feet and the pilot will experience a grey-out, where he is unable to discern any colour or even a temporary blackout, or if the plane is upside down, the increased blood flow to the brain may cause a red-out, where his vision is replaced by a red screen.

The maximum g-force experienced on Oblivion… is 4.5 g. This is not drastic enough to experience a grey-out, a blackout or even a red-out… but it might be enough for some people to experience what is know as… a cop-out.

This psychological state usually occurs when the moment of truth arrives, and it’s their turn to drop into Oblivion. False bravado is replaced by weak excuses at the prospect of a sheer vertical drop into the abyss. If this happens to your friends, it means that they have zero g tolerance. Or that they’re just soft.

LoD: We have heard all about the physical effects that riding on oblivion can have but what about the psychological aspect? Will you ever be the same again once you have ridden on the most awesome ride of modern times?

According to experts, it’s all a question of whether a person does, or does not look down. If you are of a nervous disposition, we advise you not to look down, but be warned, if you do choose to close your eyes this may be taken as I sign by your friends… that you have no bottle.

For us to fully understand what you are about to experience, we must first analyse how you feel about heights. Have you ever suffered from vertigo? Do you suffer from acrophobia, the fear of heights? Do you dream about falling? Most sleepers usually wake up before they hit the ground. If you do dream about falling down a long, dark tunnel… or a well… or a dark, bottomless pit with restricted vision… bad news. You may be about to experience a feeling of deja vu.

Typical acrophobic symptoms are… increased heart rate, churning stomach, dizziness, sweating palms. If you are experiencing symptoms such as these now… you may be a complete BASKET CASE BY THE TIME YOU COME TO SIT ON THE RIDE!

Of course, you could always telephone the Oblivion helpline… but unfortunately I do not have the number. So, is the Oblivion experience anything like dreams of falling? The answer to that, unfortunately is no. This is the world’s most technologically advanced ride. Far deeper, far darker than your worst nightmare.

After experiencing Oblivion, some people may wish to wipe the experience from their memory. We should point out that hypnosis is not available at Alton Towers. Those who do ride Oblivion… may have to live the experience in their mind… over, and over, and over, and over, and over.

LoD: Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen. To. Me.

This ride is perfectly safe. Everything has been designed for your comfort and enjoyment.

LoL: If this ride is so safe, why is it called Oblivion!?

LoD: Relax, sit back and enjoy the experience.

LoL: DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE RIDE GOES UNDERGROUND!? HAVE YOU, EVER SEEN ANYONE WHO’S ACTUALLY SURVIVED IT AND COME OUT THE OTHER SIDE!?

LoD: It is natural to have slight feelings of anxiety at this point. Just relax… and prepare for a pleasurable experience, there is no cause for concern.

LoL: HAVE YOU HEARD THE SCREAMS!? I’VE HEARD THAT SOME OF THE RIDE CARS GO MISSING!!

LoD: This ride is perfectly safe.

LoL: How do we know…? HOW DO WE KNOW THAT SOME PEOPLE HAVEN’T DISAPPEARED!? DON’T BELIEVE HIM!! HE’S TRYING TO LULL YOU INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY!!!

LoD: Just stay calm. It will all be over quicker than you expect.

LoL: WHAT WILL BE OVER EXACTLY!? The ride… your LIFE!? HAVE YOU GOT ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR LETTING YOURSELF IN FOR!?

LoD: This ride is perfectly safe. Everything has been designed for your comfort and enjoyment.

LoL: GET REAL! This is the world’s first vertical drop rollercoaster. FREE FALL! STRAIGHT DOWN! YOU JUST GET TO THE EDGE AND THAT’S IT!! YOU DON’T SEE WHAT’S COMING!! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S DOWN THERE… AND YOU MAY NOT BE COMING BACK!!

LoD: Just sit back… and enjoy the experience.

LoL: This is it… you’re nearly at the point of no return!! Hasta la vista baby!! Goodnight Vienna!! GET OUT NOW!! WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!

LoD: Have a pleasant trip. See you around!

Bye.

HAHAHAHHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!

[Station]

LoD: For some things, there is no rational explanation. There is no way out. There is no happy ending to this story…

Welcome, to the unknown. Welcome to eternal darkness…

Welcome…

to Oblivion.

Hahahahahaha…

[Coke Advert]

LoD: We interrupt the proceedings to bring you an Oblivion report. A few moments ago, we were informed that a ride car has disappeared. Ride car 2 begun it’s descent and… doesn’t appear to have come out the other side. What is baffling experts is that there is no crash scene. There is no car. There are no survivors. There is… nothing.

For those who had friends or relatives on board I must stress that at this point there is absolutely no cause for alarm. It’s bound to turn up sooner or later. For those of a nervous disposition the makers of Oblivion would like to point out that… this ride is perfectly safe. In fact, while you’re waiting for your friends to reappear, why not relax with an ice-cool coke? For the scaremongers we say crisis… what crisis?

LoD: This is an Oblivion update. The ride car which disappeared has still not materialised. Still… I’m sure it’s around here somewhere… just a case of looking for it.

The ride creators would like to assure you that everything that can be done is being done at this moment in time. Underground sonar tracking and radar has failed to locate the missing ride car. However, continue to watch your screens… and remember… before you start increasing your life insurance, Oblivion is a totally incredible ride experience.

Enjoy.

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Puppy Love (Jared x plus size!Reader)

@austin-winchester67​ made a request last week for fluff with a plus size (”at least size 16″) reader, and... yeah. I can’t believe 16 is considered plus size when it is average. Fuck modern beauty standards. As a woman who likes women, I am here to just state emphatically that curves are sexy! 

Anyway. Warnings for body image stuff and a moment of snark about Jared’s plus size cock, but it’s more fluff than naughtiness. 769 words, PG-13ish. 

“Babe? Are you ready?” Jared calls. “Sand! Waves! I found the Frisbee! Let’s go!” 

It’s like dating a goddamn golden retriever puppy sometimes. He gets so excited about shit. 

To be fair, it’s your first real vacation as a couple, and the white sand of the resort beach looks pretty damn inviting, and as far as swimsuits go… well. Could be worse. 

You agreed to go to the beach before really considering that you’d need to go shopping first. The resulting sulk lasted a few days, and you almost called the whole thing off before Jared, like a puppy playing tug-of-war, had stubbornly refused to let go until you told him what was bothering you. 

“I’ll need to go bathing suit shopping,” you grumbled, and his eyes lit up. 

“Oh! Can I come with you?”

His frown, when he realized you were self-conscious, was earnest and genuine and way more endearing than it had any right to be.

Two days later, you showed up at his place to find his living room crowded with rolling garment racks full of bathing suits, sundresses, and more. Jared was standing in the middle of the mess, talking to a pretty, blonde, curvy woman who introduced herself as Kayla: your personal shopper. 

“You said you didn’t want to go shopping,” Jared said, shrugging. “And I don’t think you have any reason to feel self-conscious, but if bathing suit shopping makes you feel self-conscious, I don’t want to put you through that. Get whatever you want. Consider it an early birthday present?” 

You’re still not entirely sure how you got so lucky. 

He left you alone with Kayla for a while, and she explained that all you had to do was pick out what you wanted, and she’d take the rest back. 

She also explained, in no uncertain terms, that size sixteen is the national average for women, and that the whole “plus size” thing is absolute bullshit invented by capitalism to manipulate women into a state of constant profitable self-scrutiny. 

It was nice to hear, even if it wasn’t enough to overcome a lifetime of internalized magazine ads. 

You repeat it to yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror one last time, slipping your sheer cover-up over the new suit. You ended up with several, but this one is your favorite; it’s high-waisted and retro-styled, like something a fifties pinup would wear, with seams and artful gathering that highlight everything you love about your body and downplay the rest. 

The first time you talked about body image issues with Jared, it almost pissed you off when he tried to empathize — to be fair, Jared can empathize with a goddamn rock. But he said something about knowing what it’s like to not want to look in a mirror, and you barely managed to bite back a snarky reply. 

Because… is he large? Yes. Vertically. But “plus size” isn’t an insult when it comes to height. Or hands. Or cock. 

You settled for a relatively diplomatic, “You know it was all in your head, right? You’re the last person who should be self-conscious about anything.” 

“Well, that’s how I feel when I look at you,” he retorted, with a way-too-cute dimpled smile, and then he kissed you until you forgot what you’d been talking about. 

You keep that in mind, though, as you finally unlock the bathroom door and let him see you. 

Jared turns at the sound of the door, with an eager smile that lights up his whole face. Then he actually sees you. His eyes go wide, and then he blinks a few times, apparently speechless, mouth falling open. 

“Fuck,” he blurts out, tilting his head to the side, and his smile goes heated and sly. 

“You like it?”

One of the things you love about him is the way he wears his heart on his sleeve. He doesn’t try to hide his feelings — they show loud and clear — and right now you can see how head-over-heels crazy he is about you. 

So when he says, “I fucking love it,” you can’t help but believe him. 

Then he drops the frisbee and crowds in close, sliding a hand into your hair, tilting your head back for a deep, hungry kiss. He all but tackles you onto the big downy bed. 

“You said something about waves?” you ask breathlessly. He’s biting his lip, looking down at you, eyes raking up and down your body like he can’t get enough. 

“They can wait,” he says decisively. “We’re not leaving this room for at least twelve hours.” 

You believe that, too. 

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[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

@lavstar i was so incredibly stupid and i deleted your ask while i was drafting it… i swear i didn’t forget to do it 😭 anyway i’ve FINALLY finished it so let’s jump into the compilation of the most planes i have ever brainrot ❤️ because no ❤️ you cannot expect me to pick one ❤️ it is impossible ❤️

two airbus A320s taking off from parallel runways, five nautical miles apart ‘cause they’re not gay!

btw i genuinely do not care about military aircraft (never have, prob never will) so these are all to do with civil aviation. also huge disclaimer i did all the commentary off the top of my head (i did have to wikipedia some of the stats im not martin fucking crieff) so if i mess up a term or something that’s on me

of course no post about my favorite planes cannot leave out the OG. my first love, the most plane i have ever ridden; the one, the only, the increasingly irrelevant due to industry shifts, the beloved Airbus A380.

(L) just look at this big beautiful girl! + (R) a view of i believe scotland? as approached from the north

i don’t know why i love this plane so much, because lots of other people certainly don’t for a lot of reasons. her size makes her the main character out of necessity at every airport she comes across, and she’s an inconvenience for air traffic controllers for that reason. her origin story is [twitter stan account voice] a bit problematic. given changes in industry trends, she is also quickly becoming irrelevant. airbus my beloved please just admit that the four engines thing was nostalgia and go. she’s a marvel of engineering sure, but when all is said and done…the B747 came, she served cunt, and then she got phased out. the A380 was made with the intention of doing the same…unfortunately, she didn’t really complete the second step.

wait holy shit. i know why i love this plane so much. it’s because this plane…is me ❤️

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and now for thee og in terms of famous big-ass planes that everyone loves: the B747. everyone loves the 747. even if they say they’re not into planes, they are. for me, not gonna lie: a very big reason for why i love the Queen of the Skies so much is mark vanhoenacker’s book, skyfaring. he flew the 747 for bri’ish airways (when they still had them) and loved that plane so much and man who am i to blame him.

(L) i think i teared up when i saw her through the big windows for the first time bc i was like oh my god. i am going to be on her. this icon of aviation, the arguable symbol of commercial aviation. so much history, so much significance… + (R) the past, the present, and the future of british airways in one image 🥺

i was on a 747 twice in my life. once on a cathay pacific flight to the philippines, and on my last flight abroad, on a british airways flight to heathrow. little did i know i was flying one of the last of their 747 flights—they phased them out completely the following year, a bit earlier than anticipated due to the pandemic.

as enzo ferrari once probably said, “ask a child to draw a plane, and certainly he will put a hump and four engines on it.” in terms of sheer iconic power and energy, the Queen (and she is the only earthly being to whom I shall ever refer as such) would far and away be the top on anyone’s list, save for the fact that i don’t have a top to this list and i have other planes to get to dear god this is getting long do you know what you’ve got yourself into!! the Queen really said “flight belongs to the people now” and the airlines just had to shut up and listen!! she is truly the main character!!!

genuinely don’t remember what river this is except that it’s in the UK… 🙈

i feel like everything else i say about her is just going to be a pale imitation of how evocative skyfaring was, so honestly i really recommend the book it’s so good and it’s one of my favorites. my copy is sort of falling apart now bc i kept bringing it around to places 😭 anyway, the number of airlines using her for passengers is decreasing, but you know who still use converted versions of her as well as purpose-built models? cargo airlines! anyway, ups and their brown planes my beloved 🤎

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this slot was going to go to the B767 and 757, and i was going to rhapsodize about how aesthetically the 767 looks like a nicer plane to me because of Chonk, but the 757 is really endearing because it’s a narrowbody jet and it’s got landing gear that is long in a useful but unusual-looking way, which in essence what i’m trying to say is that if the 757 were a person, it would be esteban ocon.

so i was getting ready to write all of this down in much more words than i needed, but i remembered suddenly the very reason i was making this post in the first place. and that, my friends, is the B777.

honestly you don’t fully understand how big the 777 is until you see it in person. because we are all acclimated to think of like the 747 when we think of ‘big plane.’ but the 777 is massive. even i forgot about it when i wrote That Fanfic.

the 777 and 787 are the future of long-haul commercial aviation (and i say this as an A380 stannie). widebody jets with 2 big-ass engines are most likely what we’re going to see in the sky going forward when it comes to long-distance travel, and the pandemic pretty much confirmed that.

that aside, i love the 777. so much that i wrote a whole fanfic around one making an emergency landing ❤️ i really pretended ETOPS (the thing where a plane can fly for a long time on one engine) did not exist for six chapters and an alternate ending and i think that’s just very quirky of me aha 🤪

dear god do not mind my hat i literally bought it because of fred fucking thursday of endeavour… what the FUCK was teenage me on 😭

the 777 was supposed to be a trijet (one with three engines, two under each wing and one built into the vertical stabilizer) but as the mcdonnell douglas and lockheed martin trijets (cba to look up the numbers) were not projected to continue to be successful, they got rid of the trijet 777 idea and instead made it have two engines. another thing i think is neat is that all the examples of the 777 that you will see in the wild right now don’t have winglets bc the wings themselves are so long and raked back that they’re not necessary. which would be a weird thing for me in particular to find neat, because if you know me well you know i have a thing for winglets. (the 2022 f1 car’s front wing my BELOVED WAKSKDKSJSJ!!!!!) i also think the way the wingtip lights are incorporated into the wings are so neat. the upgraded version they’re trying to make now, the 777X, will have foldy wingtips so you can DIY your own winglets and i think that’s hilarious (and also cool).

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genuinely i think i’m the only plane person that likes this last aircraft: the Embraer ERJ-175. i like her for purely nostalgic reasons. she reminds me of how i returned to my roots and decided to pursue engineering.

so okay this is going to have nothing to do with the plane, but i was lucky enough to be given a visit to the flightdeck after landing back home from a weekend trip. i was so excited to be allowed to sit in the first officer’s seat, and got to poke around the flightdeck for like ten minutes. which was cool, but all this was with the sinking realization that even operating a regional jet might be too physically demanding (read: unsafe) for someone of my… [exhales knowing EXACTLY what i’m about to walk into] height.

that is one fully glass cockpit. also those yokes are specific to embraer, boeing’s look more like f1 steering wheels with stuff cut out of them i think, and airbus’s are operated by side stick. it’s almost funny especially when watching flightdeck videos of the a380 cause it’s like… you’re doing All That *gestures vaguely at plane* with THAT *gestures at thing that looks like a chicken drumstick with semiconductors implanted in it*

so that was piloting as a career done with for me (much to my family’s relief.) and then i thought “hm i don’t have to be flying planes all the time to be working around them…why don’t i work on developing them instead?” and i was passively interested in matsci already, so that’s how and when i decided to pursue engineering, with hopes of working for airbus or boeing and in civil aviation.

we’ll see how that pans out, i say as i side-eye the exponential growth of my interest in motorsport.

thanks for the ask! i’m so sorry i was stupid and deleted it but i hope you like this very long, drawn out, and frankly deranged response 💚

[cathrrrine]

RUN | Pietro x Reader

Originally from my Wattpad

CHAPTER 18: SAFE HOUSE

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A/N: I hope you guys like this one ! I just wanted to add a little bit of fluff after all that angst-fest. Happy reading my loves! :)

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"Enigma." I mumbled, the strange woozy feeling in my chest expanding as I shifted in my car seat to turn to Pietro.

"What?"

"I figured it out. I'm your enigma. Everyone has one." There was a lightness to my words as I said them and oddly enough, I didn't really mind. "You said you couldn't figure me out, therefore I'm your enigma."

I could see his hands on the wheel tighten just a little bit. The whole car ride, I'd been observing him. I just couldn't get his words out of my head.

You're driving me crazy, Y/N.

My head felt like it was about to explode by the sheer amount of force it took for me to figure out what he really meant. I felt...perplexed. I was wracking my entire brain out by trying to decipher the whole point of our previous conversation. Why did I drive him crazy? Why did he feel the need to tell me that?

Why did I feel like I should trust him?

"My enigma?" He scoffed, throwing a playful, cocky look my way. "You are nothing close to anything I'd call mine."

I rolled my eyes, "You know, it's no wonder you've got a head full of grey hair, you grouch."

"Hey!" He gasped, genuinely shocked at my comment. "I am most definitely not a grouch."

His accent made his reaction much better than I could've imagined. The way he rolled his R's made me laugh a little, so I copied it just for kicks, the letter teetering on the edge of my tongue. "Yep, a grouch would most definitely say that."

I scanned his face for any signs of annoyance, waiting to see if my words left any impression on him. Instead, I saw his expression grow heavier. I'd miss it if I blinked, but I swore I saw a flash of that same expression he wore when he confronted me before in my cell. Seriously, I have got to figure him out, and soon. Before I'm too vulnerable.

"We're here."

I turned around, looking out of the window to see the building I'd been dreading to return to. My heart felt like it had been dipped in acid and encased in lead. Suddenly, I knew why Pietro grew quiet.

Getting out of the facility had been fun, exhilarating almost. Steve had helped me escape just as he promised and left me with Pietro in the garage, handing him the car keys and giving him strict instructions to drive away while remaining incognito.

Pietro had a dazed look on his face then, part-confusion and part-anxiety, but I knew that we had one thing in similar; roguery in our veins. Pietro is a little troublemaker, I had mused as I eyed his way-too-giddy movements. He had no trouble following his Captain's orders, he was eager almost.

I told Steve that we could hide in an old safe house of mine, a tiny studio located somewhere in a sketchy town that was close to the facility so it was reachable by car, but far enough so that it wouldn't be a problem if any of his teammates were to come looking. At least we'd have enough time to escape if they did.

The last time I'd been here had been 2 years ago. Back when I thought I was still running from The Winter Soldier. Everything the Captain had revealed to me made me want to throw up. How else were you supposed to feel when someone told you that you'd been running and hiding for years, from a ghost? I felt like I'd been on an unprompted wild goose chase, except that instead of chasing the 'goose', I'd been chased by it. What a joke.

"You alright?"

Pietro raised an eyebrow, nothing but that disgusting kindness in his eyes. I wanted to strangle him right then and there. Was he offering me pity?

I threw him a half-hearted scowl, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I'm just asking. This can't be easy for you, no?"

His words hit me like a truck, and the realisation that he wasn't offering me pity, but simply just inquiring, soon came after. It was an odd question to be asked. I'd rarely been offered that luxury, of someone caring enough to ask if you were alright or not. It felt weird to be on the receiving end of that kind of sincerity, something I thought only existed out of my own realm. Yet here I was, trying to figure out the answer to his question.

I shook my head in an effort clear my thoughts, sort of like an etch-a-sketch. "I've been through worse."

We entered the building quietly, ignoring the looks thrown our way from a few bystanders. It was a rather rundown building, just as I had remembered it to be. I'd never made company with any of the people who live here, because how could I have? What kind of shit assassin would do that?

"They must not be used to new faces, huh?" Pietro tried—and failed—to ignore the man eyeing us from our right, clearly uncomfortable with the unwanted staring.

"I'd assume not. It's a pretty small town."

Pietro cleared his throat, "I see."

He looked a little uneasy, shifting from foot to foot. I followed his line of gaze and oh my god, the man was still staring.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I snarled. He scurried away immediately, eyes averting from us either in shock or in fear. Though it was most likely the latter, considering the way he kept looking back with wild eyes to see if we would chase him down.

I turned back to my speedster companion, and sure enough, he looked much better than he did before. "It's fine, he's just a creep."

He nodded, "I was never fond of creeps."

We climbed up the flight of stairs that lead to the studio apartment, silent the whole way up with Pietro taking in his surroundings and with me being a bit preoccupied with the thoughts swimming in my head. Memories from my past kicked in violently, and I tried to swallow them down.

"Is this it?" He said as I stopped in front of a tattered door with the number 42 on top of it, pointing to it with his right hand.

"Yep." I walked closer to the door, reaching up to the number 4 and trying to detach it from the wall. Apparently though, it was too high for me, sitting just at the tip of my fingers. Either someone had moved it higher, or I'd grown shorter since

Heels. I'd worn my goddamn heels when I last set this thing up. I'd have slapped myself by now if my hands weren't occupied.

Annoyed, I groaned and stood on the tip of my toes. Just a bit more.

"Here."

My breath caught in my throat as I felt his voice reverberating through his chest which was now level to my head. Pietro came up behind me with his taller stature, his height enabling him to reach for the 4 in less than a second, his hand brushing against mine in the process. I blinked, hard, trying to steady myself and grab hold of my thoughts. I felt my face grow hot, warmth spreading through my skin like fire.

I tried not to make it obvious, how much his skin contact had bothered me. I felt stupid for making such a big deal out of it, and even more so that it was caused by him. What the hell? My throat felt tight, so I cleared it with a cough and put on a neutral expression seamlessly.

He backed away as soon as he grabbed hold of the number, twirling it around his fingers with a playful, lopsided smile. Holy shit, I want to rip it off his face. Just punch the living shit out of him.

"Hmm, maybe you're not that useless after all." I scoffed.

He grinned, "Well, if the grouch hadn't been here, it would've taken you all day to reach for this thing."

"Huh, so you admit you are a grouch."

"I didn't—Whatever you say, gnome."

"Wow, look at you." I snickered. "Practicing sarcasm are we? Pray, do tell, was I your inspiration?"

He shook his head in defeat, then he flipped the 4 over, eyebrows meeting in the middle. "What is this anyway? Some sort of secret hidden in here?"

Classic topic changer.

"Yes," I snatched the sign from him. "A very important secret actually."

I turned the thing around and pressed hard on the back of the long vertical line with my nails, breaking the plastic cover. It gave in with a little bit of pressure, and I dug my fingers in to pull out the slender, metal object that I had hidden 2 years ago.

"Ah. The key." Pietro looked impressed.

"Smart, isn't it? It's an old trick that I stole from a woman in Amsterdam."

He moved closer, and I felt myself flinching a little, afraid my body would have the same reaction that it did just a few seconds ago. Luckily, he didn't notice how distressed I was.

"Why bother though, if you weren't going to keep the key with you? Why not just kick down the door or climb in through a window or something?"

There he goes again, with his perpetual rambling.

"We're 4 floors up idiot, climbing in through the window is too risky, people might see and I might fall and die, which is not very ideal, in case you haven't figured that out yet." I inserted the key into the lock and twisted it, hearing the clack of the latch and bolts as they moved.

"Plus, I just did it for fun. I never even knew if I'd come back here or if this building would even still be intact by the time that I did."

He didn't take up the trouble to reply, or even if he did, I didn't hear him. The moment the door opened and I stepped foot inside the room, I was immersed in the haze of my past. A version of my life that was drastically different to the one I had now.

My emotions were all over the place.

A cloud of dust covered the room from years of vacancy, our shoes creating imprints onto the floor. I was surprised no one had broken in for the whole 2 years. Somewhere in the back of my head though, the memory of me threatening the landlord popped up.

"If I come back and I find out that my house got fucked up, I won't hesitate to drive this knife through your chest."

It's a wonder how far a knife and few sharp words could get you.

"Looks like it needs a bit of vacuuming, just a bit. But that's just my opinion."

I fumbled around for something hard and chucked it at Pietro's head with full force, earning an 'Ow!' immediately after.

"What was that for?"

"I've been meaning to throw something at you for a while now." I shrugged, then continued to explore my previous home even further.

It was exactly as I left it, minus the accumulated bits of dirt and the herd of dust bunnies. I walked to the small kitchen space, opening the cabinets and finding the slightly dented kettle and the 2 mugs I had kept there, untouched. Then I fished around the drawer beneath it and eventually found the box of—hopefully unexpired—tea packets and some Sweet'N Low's.

My fingers clasped around the faucet knob and turned, waiting for a good minute for running water. "Come on, come on..."

After some violent sputtering and grumbling from the sink, out came the water flow. Yes! I cheered mentally.

Then I turned to the silver-haired grouch, gesturing to the tea packets I held between my fingers. "Care for some tea?"

He shrugged, "Only if you won't poison me."

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[my18thcenturysource]

Costume Analysis: Kitty, from BBC Ghosts.

Show: BBC Ghosts, Series 1.

Character: Kitty, played by Lolly Adefope.

Costume Design: Lucy Williams.

Set: 18th century England (for this particular character)

Yeii!! The long awaited and asked for post about Kitty IS FINALLY HERE. I’m so sorry for the wait XD I just wrote and lost this post so many times that I just could not post it properly! Sorry!

ANYWAY, let’s start with saying that Lolly Adefope is PERFECT in this role: she sweet and hilarious. Love her.

Now, let’s take a look at her general look: she’s wearing a purple robe à l’anglaise, with an open front, matching stomacher, and contrasting petticoat. The decorations on the gown match the petticoat, so it’s a nice colour play to see on the screen. She shows the lace engageantes (cuffs) coming out of the sleeves, and wears a semi-sheer fichu to cover her cleavage.

Thanks to the robes à l’anglaise and à la française post we all know that the front of Kitty’s dress could look different, but the chosen option is perfectly ok, and we also know that this dress evolved from the mantua with its back fitted with pleats) and became a very English gown, so the choice works great (even though I live for a French gown, this was the right choice). Judging by the gown’s silhouette and the hairstyle, Kitty died sometime in the 1760s or early 1770s.

That being said, let’s take a look at some more detailed takes (I might be too picky, sorry) about this whole outfit that I find odd and would like to change:

The fit. Somehow it looks that this dress is not structured enough nor fit properly for the actress, just looking at the way that the shape of her breasts is visible on the sides, or the way that the front curves inward at the top of the stomacher, is really weird. I really REALLY hope that the body shape of Lolly Adefope was not an excuse for this shitty fit because SHE PERFECT, OK? Now, What would I do? I’d lower the neckline of the stomacher to give the gown a more accurate feel for the 18th century, and keep the fichu covering the skin. I’d add fully boned stays to give the torso de proper conical shape, and (bigger) panniers to create the more striking contrast that is characteristic of the 18th century silhouette.

The trims. The trims are ridiculously small. The 18th century was all about go big or go home, so why do I see pleated satin RIBBON as the zig-zaging decoration of the torso, VERY small bows for the stomacher, and ridiculously tiny bows on the cuffs? WHY?!

As a fashion designer, you are to give balance to the garment, and of course to the garment ON a particular person. So, instead of the pleated ribbon, I’d let the big vertical pleats of the front to show themselves (I think they look pretty!), I’d make big bows of the same fabric for the stomacher, add a big ruffle on the sides of the front opening of skirt of the gown, and eliminate the cuff bow and just let the cuff show its pleats. I personally prefer everything on the same fabric, but if the camera reads better a contrasting petticoat and trims, go for them! JUST MAKE THEM BIGGER. I’d take the front of this dress as an inspiration:

Robe à la française, 1760s, Fashion Museum Bath.

The fabric. For a spectacular 18th century gown, the fabric is VERY important, especially if a brocade is going to be used. The purple fabric on this gown is small and kind of sad, since 18th century brocades tend to have bigger and/or contrasting motives. So, If a wonderful fabric is not to be found, I would stick to plain taffeta, since it looks great, is accurate, there are many colours to choose from, it’s very noble to sew, holds the shapes perfectly, all pleats look great, and (important for costume design), it can be found in several price points.

I perfectly understand the choice of avoiding any flashy fabrics or colours for Kitty (given her character), so I get the lack of colourful brocade, painted silk or stripes, so the right choice would be plain taffeta if a good brocade of a single colour is not found. Here some brocade ideas:

robe à l’anglaise, ca. 1747, altered 1770s // robe à l’anglaise, 1750-75 // robe à l’anglaise, ca. 1770 // robe à l’anglaise, 1740-60 // all British, all from The Metropolitan Museum of Art

The cuffs. I don’t hate the cuffs of the dress, and I like that they match the pleats of the open front, but I’d add a second row for the lace cuffs. It looks poor, or too small for the outfit.

Finally, let’s jump to beauty:

Hair. I LOVE THE HAIR. And I love that they used the natural texture of Black hair for the hairstyle (I think that the front puff is her hair and the rest is not, since the colour is different). Making her to wear a full wig with a hairstyle clearly referenced on White people’s hair would have been an easy (and lazy) choice, so I’m very happy they didn’t. They took good note of the choices made in Belle (2013) with Gugu Mbatha-Raw’s hairstyles, and made it work for  Lolly Adefope curlier and shorter hair.

Now, the secret for the death date of Kitty I give above is mostly her hairstyle, which is clearly from the 1760s or the first part of the 70s (before they went crazy with the size and height of hair). During the 1760s, the hair began to get higher (being about ¼ or ½ the length of the face), and it was styled in a relatively simple way in an egg shape an added a few decorations, like ribbons, pearls, flowers and feathers.

Portrait of a woman, ab. 1760-1780, Alessandro Longhi // Marie Suzanne Giroust Roslin,1770, Alexander Roslin // Maria Carolina de Habsburgo-Lorena, 1768, Anton Rafael Mengs // Portrait of Marie Antoinette, 1773, François-Hubert Drouais

Makeup. The makeup is clearly thought to appeal to a modern audience, so it’s pretty natural and rosy, which works for the character and the overall look of the show. Would I prefer a more accurate and extreme make? Not really? It doesn’t look like Kitty died during a party night or something like that, so having her with minimal makeup makes sense, and also the historical makeup would totally change the perception we as audience have of Kitty, since it’s much more exaggerated than our modern makeup.

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So, what do you all think? Was a little too picky? I mean, I hope I didn’t become one of those anal people who demand historical accuracy in media that is not required to. I try (with all my costume critiques) to step into the mind and work of a costume designer and improve the costumes through those lenses.

Thinking about what the costumes are for (tell us about the character, define the character aesthetic as an individual and within the show, set the time and place), the costume design of the show do all those things in a proper manner, so I think we can play and get a little picky with the details and how much we would like to make the show look better :)

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

Let me know your comments in a reblog or comment or ask or message XD

[leviathan-dee]

DMC Week 2020: Day 1: Polar Opposites

(Yay, it’s finally here! I hope the community is working hard to create pieces for this amazing fandom. So let’s celebrate Devil May Cry, as well as Capcom, for bringing us these characters and stories we so easily fell in love with. Let the week commence!) (The prompts I’ve used for Day 1 were “Blood” and “Weapon”).

Watching the combating twins whack each other over minuscule things, Eva and Sparda ponder their children's demonic blood, and the men they would eventually become.

Word Count: 2,716

Characters: Sparda, Eva, Dante, Vergil

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An exasperated sigh left the honey blonde woman, her lashes fluttering shut at the sight of the impulsive twins combating in the greenery. She clasped her husband’s hand around her fingers, coiling their digits together in a comforting motion. The silver haired man simply eyed his beloved, his nonchalant gaze morphing into one of puzzlement and worry.

“Eva? Is something wrong, my love?” Bringing their entangled fingers to his lips, he placed tentative pecks upon his wife’s knuckles, earning him a pleased hum from the woman. Her expression, however, stayed drained.

“It’s just… They’re fighting again,” Eva exhaled once more, keeping her eyes on the bickering brothers in the distance, “tell me, Sparda. Will this ever end?”

The silver haired man, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, chuckled. It appeared as though the sound was bereft of any amusement, seeming more forlorn, perhaps even bitter.

“Their nature demands it. The blood that pulses within their veins demands it.”

“I know- I just want them to get along.” She lamented the situation, continuously watching the two arctic silver haired boys whack each other with wooden swords. No matter how many times she reprimanded the two, they never listened.

“They will grow out of it, my love. If I know humans well enough, all boys of this age rebel against one another.” Sparda inched his frame closer to the woman, coiling his arm around her waist, drawing the couple closer together. They breathed each other’s scent, basking in the warmth. Placing her head upon the man’s shoulder, she continued to ponder the predicament.

“You do know us well enough. But... They’re twins, yet they act as if they are polar opposites.”

And it was true. Dante was a tempestuous child, leveling all stillness in his surroundings. He would grab any object that would be sufficient as a weapon, only to whack the ever-loving spirit out of anything that got in his way. The boy barely slept, perpetually energy filled, picking fights at any given moment. It was as if his addiction to adrenaline was insatiable. Although it was endearing, his constant joy and fervour for life colouring the air, it was definitely exhausting to his mother, Eva.

Whereas Vergil was a gentle creature. He was delicate, keeping to himself most of the time. The boy would cradle a novel with all the tenderness he could muster, scanning each word upon the page lovingly. He enjoyed the serenity of life, and preferred a confrontation-free day, as opposed to his brother’s persistent need for chaos.

Though they were twins, they contradicted that notion with every breath they would take. Fighting was the kind of joint activity Dante and Vergil were good at; The only kind of brotherhood they would participate in. Admittedly, it made Sparda proud. His sons had fighting spirits. Their demon blood flowed with a passion for battle, the same kind of passion that helped Sparda defeat Mundus two thousand years ago.

An abrupt memory stormed at the Dark Knight, flashbacks of his fights, and the tumultuous war between humanity and the netherworld. His human form began to sweat, a strange sensation of nausea rising within his belly. It wasn’t often he felt anxious, though the thought of his family perishing under the thumb of Hell would override any confidence he possessed.

He loved them too much.

“Eva… Listen. I have withheld this for far too long. I possess two artefacts. Two weapons, only meant for those who would protect the sanctity of our worldly barriers. To protect the human realm from dictatorship of the underworld.” Raising her heavy head from her husband’s shoulder, she eyed the man questioningly. She seemed to digest the information, noting what he meant wholeheartedly.

“Honey, you don’t mean to give them to the boys now, do you?”

“No. Only when they are ready. Although… Perhaps I may show them their future gifts now, my love?”

Brushing a golden unruly lock away from Eva’s cheek, he placed an amorous peck on the corner of her lips protectively, perhaps even a tad bit possessively. She embraced the warm feeling nevertheless.

“Of course. There is no need to ask permission of me. They’re your sons too, Sparda.” The woman nodded, her hair continuing to cascade down to her cheeks, earning her a boyish giggle from her husband.

Sparda sighed before unravelling himself from his beloved, already missing the tenderness of her frame. He stood to observe his battling sons. The two sparred in the shrubs, the sounds of rustling leaves and youthful grunts echoing in the garden. It was surprising at how well their demon blood healed their injuries. The only signs of the skirmish between the two ended up being the leftover sanguine that stained countless shirts. In fact, Eva began purchasing darker clothes for the boys, knowing full well that they would proceed to bleed each other whenever their tempers would allow it.

Seconds passed, Vergil ended the physical altercation with a swing to Dante’s legs, swooping him into the air. Dante less-than gracefully landed amongst the grass, giggling joyously at the change in direction, from vertical to horizontal. To the parents’ surprise, the twins had their fill of bickering for today. The elder twin approached his parents with a victorious smirk tugging at his lips, a trickle of crimson leaving his left nostril. Bouncing to his feet, Dante sprinted close behind.

Whilst Eva sighed dejectedly, Sparda naturally smiled.

“My sons! Come hither. Come, come.” As the father beckoned the twins, they coiled their arms around his legs, glueing themselves to his frame in a playful manner. Dante’s giggles alleviated all tension and exhaustion Eva felt, his jovial attitude giving her reason to be happy again. Vergil, albeit being the calmer, older brother, snickered mischievously alongside Dante.

“Ahh, my boys have turned to barnacles.” Sparda did not push the youths off, instead walking to his destination inside the manor, with the boys holding on for dear life on his limbs. The mossy colour in the woman’s eyes returned to its full lustrous blaze, watching her three goof-balls interact. It seemed as though her love for her family bloomed brighter than before. She let out a content sigh, before following the sprightly bunch of white hairs.

Moments later, they entered the manor, a warm smell of baked pastries blanketing their senses. Scents of cinnamon, and strawberry began to drift with the draft, the boy’s stomachs rumbling in retaliation. Dante tugged pleadingly at Eva’s scarlet shawl, alongside her heartstrings. Vergil simply stared up at the woman, his puppy-eyed stare finally breaking her defenses.

“Fine, fine. I’ll make some tea with the strawberry turnovers and cinnamon buns. Behave, don’t give your father any trouble.” Eva placed an ardent smooch on her husband’s jaw, barely able to reach his face from the sheer height he possessed. Sparda chuckled at the attempt, lowering himself to let her kiss him proper. The boys cringed at the display, letting out a collective drawl of ‘eeew’s, before their mother ruffled their silver hair beneath her palm.

As the gentle woman left to prepare the desserts, the three proceeded upstairs. Although the manor was an overwhelming size for four people, there was only one rarely frequented room. Standing before a mahogany door, Sparda pressed his palm against the lacquered handle, turning the metal as it laboriously whined at the sudden use. Swinging the door open, inches of undisturbed dust suddenly whafted into the air, a stale smell rising within the room. The family entered hesitantly, with Dante and Vergil still holding onto their father’s legs.

It was lowly lit, the windows obscured by thick, ochre curtains. A singular chest, spanning two metres in width, stood beside a tall mirror. It was ominous to say the least, with these objects being the only things to stand in the empty room. Curiosity seemed to override the twins, letting their father’s hostage legs go. They both approached the strange furniture.

Behind them, Sparda crouched to level his gaze with theirs, before beckoning them over to grasp their shoulders in unison.

“Dante, Vergil. My precious sons. There will come a time when you will grow into two strong men. Two powerful protectors. It is imperative that you understand this. That your existence is far more important than you realise.” Pausing his speech, the man brushed a ruffle of snowy locks away from Dante’s brow to see his flint eyes more clearly.

“You are the symbols of an unlikely union. You are proof that Hell and Earth can coexist in harmony.” Sparda continued, gently cradling Vergil’s chin to better see his son’s features.

“You understand this, yes?” The question was meant as less of a query, and more of a reassurance that Sparda was doing the right thing. He needed to know that the boys will grow up together. That they will sustain the peace that was so lovingly upheld by Sparda. The two nodded simultaneously, alleviating the rising tension their father felt.

“Good. Now. Where were we?”

Effortlessly, Sparda stood from his crouch, towering over the boys. He drifted towards the large chest that held his two prized artefacts. Surprisingly, the twins kept quiet. Usually, when their father wanted to show them something, they both bickered to draw his attention. It was cute, albeit slightly exhausting at times. Nevertheless, Sparda continued to the chest.

Placing a hesitant finger upon the lock, he traced the bronze embellishments, gliding his fingertips across the fleur de lis pattern. Moments of simply enjoying the handiwork, he drew a small, helix shaped key, sliding it into the lock with a buttery smooth movement. It opened with a pleasant click.

The twins inched towards their father, standing either side, clutching onto his shoulders so they could view the contents of the chest more closely. Almost with an aching slowness, the box opened its maw, gaping open to reveal two magnificent works of demonic smithing.

“These, my dear boys, are Devil Arms. They hold immense power I once possessed. I believe it is necessary to share my power with you, so you could too protect this realm.”

As Sparda explained the contents of the box, he grasped the two weapons, one in each hand, to pass them to the twins.

“This is the Rebellion, Dante. It is a blade of fine craftsmanship. The claymore holds powers of unification, and subjugation of demonic forces. I believe it would fit you quite well, my dear boy.” Dante’s eyes glistened with wonder, the oceans of silver going feral over the sight of such a grandiose masterpiece. The metal seemed to gleam in the dark, reflecting what little light the ochre curtains let escape through the fabric. Tentatively, the boy traced his fingers over the designs, poking curiously at the enraged skull that sat upon the hilt. It was apparent that Dante would struggle to hold the claymore, so Sparda propped the blade on the wall, letting his son examine the weapon further.

“And this, Vergil, is the Yamato. It is a powerful odachi, that possesses the ability to separate the demonic realms from humanity. Believe it or not, the Yamato helped me defeat the Prince of Darkness, Mundus. It will be yours, when the time comes.” Vergil’s eyes mirrored that of Dante’s, blazing with a fervent curiosity. The youth’s fingers gently laced around the scabbard, as well as the sheath, a pure smile spreading across his lips. The Yamato held elegant designs, dragon motifs embellished on the endpoint of the hilt, bronze colouring each pattern.

“They will be yours when the time comes. You will uphold the peace, and protect all that you hold dear. For now, however, it is imperative that you fight together. Not against one another. You are brothers, and shall be brothers-in-arms if need be.” Reaching out to the twins, Sparda placed his palms on their cheeks, noticing the congealed blood that sat upon their skin from the previous brawl. He squeezed the skin on their faces lovingly, earning him a gentle giggle from the sons. Sparda continued to examine their faces with pure adoration. The union of Eva’s and Sparda’s features danced bewitchingly on the boys’ faces, an alliance of humanity and demon-kind.

“Is that clear?” Sparda’s assertive tone caused the twins to stand to attention, Vergil answering first, and Dante second.

“Yes, papa.”

“Sure thing dad!”

Sparda stood to his feet, once again towering over the two minuscule boys, moving towards the body-length mirror. The twins moved with him, standing either side of the man, grasping onto the violet corduroy fabric of his trousers. Sparda veered his gaze towards his reflection. He viewed the display before him, the twins watching their father with wide-eyed awe.

How much his love for the polar opposites bloomed throughout his chest, he could barely describe. These innocent youths, watching their reflections with such pure, ardent love, reflected all that Sparda fought for. It was this love that morphed the Dark Knight’s opinion on humanity, and his awakening to justice.

Though they fought with passion, they were more alike than they wanted to admit. It was a similarity past appearances. Of course, their features, hair, the colour of their eyes, and their bodies looked identical. However, their reactions to outside stimulus, as well as conflict, were where the similarities turned even more damningly alike.

Sparda exhaled, ruffling the twins’ hair adoringly. Perhaps with time, they would accept their brotherhood as part of their blood.

A resounding, gentle clearing of the throat interrupted the three, causing all to turn their heads like meerkats. Eva stood in the doorway, the delicate smell of roses wafting in, alongside the scent of ready baked pastries and tea.

“Boys, tea is ready. The desserts are prepared too. Go, shoo, before the tea cools,” as her sons ran past, her fingers brushed against their hair, enjoying the feeling of silky locks, “so… How did it go? Did they fight over their gifts?” Eva watched as the twins ran in unison, surprised at their sudden tenderness to each others’ presence. Not pushing; Simply letting each other pass, running alongside the railing of the manor. They appeared to tolerate one another… for now.

“Not at all. They’re more mature than you give them credit for, my love.” A soft silence engulfed the chamber, the dust settling once again upon each surface. Sparda wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist as he continued with his report of reassurance.

“They may be polar opposites, but they are twins. Whatever the future brings, they will grow up to be fine men.” It was a short exhale that left Eva’s lungs. An exhale of contentment, rather than exasperation. She returned the embrace warmly, keeping her arms on his chest, feeling his proudly beating heart pound with adoration against her palm.

It was this moment she understood that her sons were in the hands of a capable man, albeit his demonic origins. His aristocratic behaviour, and ability to subdue the stormy nature of the twins always impressed her. If Sparda said that Dante and Vergil will grow into two, fine, protectors of the realm, that's what they will become. No matter how contradictory their nature was, and how feverishly they battled against one another, they would join to defeat a common foe.

As long as Sparda was beside them, all would be ok.

The young woman cradled her husband’s jaw, drawing him closer to her visage. Before gazing at him with her mossy eyes, she scrunched her nose to brush it against his own. The motion naturally caused Sparda to chuckle. As the two of them basked in each other’s presence, the cacophony of bickering twins bounced from the dining room.

“That bun is MINE!” Vergil’s venomous tone was to be reckoned with.

“URGH! You had five! Not fair!” The retaliating voice boomed from Dante, followed by a thunderous whack and a pained groan from his elder brother. It seemed as though the moment of brotherhood had gone and passed. Eva facepalmed.

“They will be fine.” With Sparda snorting at the sounds from downstairs, he placed his chin on Eva’s collarbone, nuzzling close. Instinctively, her delicate fingers ran through his hair, drawing him closer to her neck. She smiled, knowing full well that all was going to turn out alright.

“I hope you’re right, honey. I hope you’re right...”

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Sibling Day!

Hi everyone! This is the first request that I had for one of my fics that I wanted to write. It wasn't an official request but rather something that came up in conversation with the creator of Kai, one of my best friends in the entire world, @bio-hazard0us. She wanted a sibling day with Kai and Mitsu and that's what she got! I am still open for requests and I have only gotten one other one so if anybody has any ideas I'd love to hear them!

Kai: Hey tiny, I have a free day tomorrow with no homework. You. Me. Sibling day. I’m on my way to Vlad’s to get the requested day off-campus. I laughed a little bit at my brother’s familiar pushy nature. It was true, since he had started dating Katsuki it was rare for him to get any spare time with me apart from his boyfriend.

Me: Sounds good! I don’t have anything spectacular planned either. Really all I was going to do was study for Dadzawa’s next test on Thursday. I sensed you’re a nerd teasing comment coming back my way and I stretched my arms above my head the words blurring together.

“And you’re done for the night,” Denki told me pulling me back from the chair that I was sitting at knowing that I was working myself towards exhaustion.

“This is even starting to look more nonsensical to me so I can only imagine what it’s doing for you right now.” He pulled me back from the desk and carefully sat me over in my beanbag chair. He had texted me earlier on in the night wanting just some company while he studied. I knew that he was trying to get better grades without using Ari as a tutor.

“Thanks, Denks. I am getting really tired of just looking at words right now. This was nice though. It’s been a while since it’s just been you and me.” I reminded him and he just hugged me tightly to him. I smiled softly at my best friend that had always been there when I needed him to be.

“I know and I’m sorry that I’ve been spending so much of my spare time with Ari. It’s hard to explain how it feels when I’m around them other than soulmates.” I smiled softly at my best friend nuzzling his cheek lightly.

“You’re fine! I know how it is when you’re spending too much time with your partner. I’ve been neglected Kai as well he’s getting super on my case about it. It doesn’t help that now he’s dating Kats so it’s hard for us to get us time. He’s making a sibling day tomorrow.” I mentioned it to my best friend who leaned his head against my shoulder.

“It’s been a while since you’ve done those with him. I’m surprised that he hasn’t kicked open your dorm door yet demanding that you spend time with him yet. He’s probably too busy sucking face with his own boyfriend.” I lightly shoved him making a playful gagging sound that was way too over-exaggerated. I heard a soft knock at my door.

“Milady, it’s fifteen minutes until lights out time.” My boyfriend reminded me from the front door and Denki sighed before he extracted himself from my side.

“Always have to be such a buzzkill emergency exit Iida. See ya tomorrow Mitsu!!” He gave me a mock salute on his way out the door a light spring in his step. I watched him cross the way to the B dorms and couldn’t help but smile at him.

“He’s probably going to go and spend the night with Ari. Either he’s over there or they are over here.” I laughed a little bit at my boyfriend’s thoughts.

“I can’t really blame them, my knight, they are still in their honeymoon phase as a couple. It has to be difficult to spend time together as well since they are in different classes. The only class that they have together is lunch.” Tenya sat down next to me and I instantly snuggled into his side lightly. He kissed my forehead gently.

“I know it’s just shouldn’t he worry about getting caught?” I laughed a little bit hugging my boyfriend’s body towards mine.

“You haven’t known Denki nearly as long as I have but you’ve probably realized by now the sheer chaotic energy that he has. If he wants something he’s going to do everything within his power to get it. Besides he has permission from Dadzawa anyways so it’s all good.” I laughed a little bit as my boyfriend just smiled down at me.

“You always call him that outside of class, is that because you’ve known Shinsou for so long?” I nodded my head with a small laugh.

“Yep! He’s always been like my second dad so that’s why I squished his name. It’s super difficult for me to not call him that during class especially when I’m tired. Sometimes I’ll catch myself and Denki will have to kick my chair lightly. I was helping him study for the test on Thursday.” Tenya parted my hair softly between his fingers.

“You were helping him study?” I nodded my head with a small smile realizing that my best friend had forgotten his phone which was still in the bucket.

“He wanted my help, I think he’s trying to do better in school impress Ari. He has the motivation now. He wants to be the kind of hero that can protect his partner and I love that for him. He might be an idiot but damn it if he isn’t my lovable idiot. I’d do anything for him so of course, I offered to help him.” Tenya just smiled softly at me nuzzling my cheek.

“I’m just glad that you’re happy milady. It’s a good look on you.” I beamed back at my boyfriend taking a deep inhale of the calming scent that always surrounded him.

“I feel a lot better. I think I just needed a little bit of a break away from it all. I’m feeling more like myself after the cultural festival was well. It’s been a lot for me so far even just within these last three months. I went from mentoring under the man that I spent my entire youth looking up to, to losing him in the blink of an eye. It was hard to come back from that and I still cry thinking about it.” I put my hands into the pockets of my favorite sweatshirt. The perks of being still the same height that I had been both vertically and horizontally was that I was still able to fit into large children’s clothes. This was something that I had carried with me that was my favorite piece of hero merchandise. My Miss Joke hoodie went everywhere with me when I wasn’t in class.

“I know that it was a lot for you. I’m just glad that you eventually came around and came to me when you needed some help. I think that I’m going to let you get some rest though for tomorrow. It sounds like your brother and you have a sibling day planned?” I nodded my head kissing him gently before he rested his forehead against mine.

“The first one on our own in a really long time. I think it’s the first of this year officially because usually when we hang out Kats is around. I think it’s good that he’s taking a day just to spend with his favorite sister.” I joked and Tenya just laughed a little bit at me nuzzling his nose against mine with one last parting hug before I was left on my own. I picked up the picture that my mom took of Kai and me on the first day. He had me braid his hair that morning and we had gone to school in our selective favorite hairstyles. I took my hair out of its ribbons putting them next to me on my bed. Grabbing my Sir rabbit I snuggled underneath my blankets. The morning sunlight streaming through my window caused me to smile brightly. It was a sibling day! I had always looked forward to these when I was younger. I went through my closet humming a little bit to myself. I picked up my gray and white striped shirt and matched that with its pink skirt counterpart picking up my baby pink hair ribbons and brushing out my hair into the familiar Tohru Honda style that I felt most comfortable with by now. I heard the shave and a haircut coming from my door and knew instantly that had to be my brother and I flung my arms around his neck.

“Oof! Tiny, hey, it’s okay, you startled me and you’re a lot stronger than you look.” Kai caught me with practiced ease and hugged me tightly right back.

“Your damn right I am. I just missed you that’s all. I feel like I’ve barely seen you in the last few weeks.” He kissed my forehead with a small smile on his face fingering one of the ribbons in my hair shaking his head.

“I buy you one set of ribbons because of a joke that I thought was funny and I create a monster.” I stuck out my tongue at my brother grabbing my greek sandals and baby pink cardigan to tie the whole outfit together.

“These were the set of ribbons that you bought for me. It was just a simple joke but I grew to love the style. It suits me. What do you have in mind for today?” I asked my brother who looped his arm through mine and I closed my door.

“You’ll see when we get there I want to keep today a surprise for the most part. All I’m telling you is that it’s our favorite places when we were kids. I felt like going down memory lane when I was telling Katsuki about all of them earlier on the week.” I smiled softly at him tilting my cheek to rest on his shoulder even if I had to stand on my tiptoes in order to do it.

“Hero mini golf?!” I asked him excitedly and he just laughed a little bit at me pushing the hair behind my ear that was sticking out.

“We’ll see tiny, you always used to kick my ass at that game when we were little kids but I might have the room on the schedule for it.” I walked next to my brother hanging off his arm as he nuzzled my cheek with his.

“Not my fault that you were always a sore loser Kai. I don’t make the rules of mini-golf other than having fun there are no rules.” I joked and I saw Hitoshi and Litzy sitting on the couch him leaning against her and Eri on her lap watching Elena of Avalor.

“Hey, guys! Having your own sibling day?” I greeted them and Eri looked towards me with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi, miss aqua!” She greeted giving me a tight hug and I picked the little girl up dropping my brother’s hand for a second.

“Hey, there kiddo! I’m here as well.” Kai waved his hand a little bit awkwardly next to me and Eri smiled a little bit nervously at him.

“Hi, Mr. Kai.” I saw my brother’s heart melt at the small smile that the girl was giving to him and I softly handed him the little girl that we had helped save together.

“We are actually! Are you both heading out?” Litzy asked me and I saw her brother leaning against her shoulder lazily texting Django.

“Yeah, I wanted to do the things that we used to do when we were really little kids together. At least all the stuff that we still can do.” I smiled softly at my brother as he put Eri back down on the ground before taking my hand in his.

“Are you two going to that ice cream shop?” Hitoshi asked me from the couch and I smiled softly at him leaning against the furniture.

“I don’t know and if we do yes I will bring you back some of the sugary cold goodness that is themed to Dadzawa. I promise.” I promised the purple-haired hero in training and I saw him slowly start to smile at me.

“We’re not waiting until everybody and their mother wants ice cream. Just be lucky that she loves you troll hair.” I heard Hitoshi mutter oh thanks like I haven’t heard that one before and led my brother out of there before it became a full-blown insult argument.

“Why must you always pick a fight with him?” My brother just sighed a little bit blowing the fringe out of his hair.

“Because as a kid I just felt like he was always trying to take me away from you, you know? It was that possessive side of me that was like no I want you to just stay with me always. It wasn’t until you met Pikachu that I realized how twisted and fucked up that was. Now I don’t know how to go backward from here and how to make him start to even like me.” He explained a little bit to me about how he had thought about my best friend for all these years.

“Kai…” I cradled my brother’s cheek with a small smile on my face. I thumbed lightly at the small burnt patch of skin that was right underneath his left eye.

“I know it sounds stupid but for a really long time, it was like you were the one person that mattered to me. So when you met Hitoshi the year after you first met me it was like, do I even matter?” I had never thought about the fact of me meeting my best friend a year after I met my brother. It did make so much sense all of the sudden and the way that he grew up…

“I am so, so sorry Kai… you know that I love you right? More than anything? I know that sometimes I forget to say it because I feel like why should I say something that is as obvious to me as breathing. You’re more than just my brother to me. You’re the most important person in my life. More than Hitoshi, more than Tenya, more than anybody else. I could never, ever replace you with anybody or anything. I might have other friends now but none of them read me as well as you do. I can even fake a smile enough to get Hitoshi to leave me alone. Not you. You have never once fallen for one of my fake smiles when I’m too tired and my brain is too fuzzy to deal with anything at that moment in time.” I reminded my brother and he just looked down at me his eyes filling up with tears and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“You shouldn’t need to apologize for me being a possessive asshole. I just wanted to wrap you up in bubble wrap and tell everybody to stay the fuck away from my sister sometimes. I was like that a lot when you first started dating orange juice. Your fake smiles suck ass anyways, I don’t see how anybody falls for them. You only do them when you’re about to keel over.” I rolled my eyes softly at my brother as his arms just held me there. I couldn’t blame him for the extended hug. We hadn’t hugged in a really long time.

“I know I need to figure out a better coping method at some point. I’d rather just be happy and have fun today.” Kai just smiled softly at me kissing my forehead before pulling back from the hug and fixing the fringe on my bangs.

“Alright, you pick the first song.” He tossed me his phone which I carefully caught taking one of his headphones. We had always played this game in public ever since we were little kids. It was a game that our mom started where she gave us our first set of MP3 players when we were in elementary school and one of us would pick a song and the first one to crack lost that round of the game. I scrolled through his phone before a small smirk appeared on my face. My brother had a soft spot for 80’s hairband rock and roll and this was certain to make him crack.

“Gunter gileben glauchen globen… alright I got something to say.” My brother gasped at me for my cruel and unusual punishment.

“This has got to be the most not fair thing that you have ever done to me. That should be against the rules mom raised us on old school awful bands.” I stuck my tongue out at him putting my hands in my pockets to stop myself from doing the air guitar. It was extremely hard to not bop my head to the familiar beat of the heavy metal song but I could see my brother’s resolve slowly but surely start to crack at the seams.

“Rock of ages, rock of ages, still a-rollin', rock n’ Rollin…” My brother cracked at the sound of the familiar lead-in and I watched the color slowly start to drain from his face.

“In my defense, that song as a first try was absolutely one hundred percent uncalled for. I call practice round.” I shook my head waving my finger at him teasingly. He would never admit to the fact that he actually didn’t hate the music that he was raised on, actually just the opposite. I had it on good authority that he surprisingly loved a lot of my favorite artists.

“You can’t call a practice round after the fact Kai so sorry hun. You still cracked at the chorus.” I teased lightly and he just sighed a little bit taking his phone from my hands with a mischievous glint in his eyes that swore I would receive the wrath of my brother when I heard a familiar piano rift through the headphone in my ear.

“Oh no, no, no, no, I hate you so much right now this is not right…” I whined and my brother just laughed in that familiar soft way of his.

“You shouldn’t have played dirty then if you know who you’re playing with.” I sighed just hoping that I wouldn’t crack too early.

“Yesterday was a good day, it’s after midnight and I’ve got you on my mind, Come with me and never go away every day we will find yeah. Just the same way you love me…” I bit my lower lip to refrain myself from belting out the familiar love ballad at the top of my lungs. The internal part of my brain was also at the moment cursing our mom for playing Journey so much when we were children.

“Just the same way you love me…” I sang softly and my brother smirked snapping his fingers in a winning motion.

“It’s one to one now loser.” He lightly stuck his tongue out at me and I sighed petulantly pouting kicking a rock on the ground.

“I actually wanted to talk with you though. We can play more towards the end of the day and I think it’s best to end on a tiebreaker for later. I’ll just remember what we already picked, hard to forget since they’re such cheap shots.” I looked over at my brother finally taking him all in. He looked good, happier than I had seen him in a really long time.

“Kats is treating you good?” I asked him and watched as the scarlet blush went across his cheeks as well as the small nod.

“Yeah. He’s amazing, I never really thought that I’d actually find somebody that made me genuinely happy. I thought that I’d have to fight the guys after you off with a stick before that happened.” I laughed a little bit at my brother as he closed the gate behind him that left the school.

“You never had to fight them off with a stick. I’ve always been too much of an airhead and too driven for people to come up to me. I think I just had a certain type that I didn’t even know that I had until Tenya. You’ve always gone for the hot-tempered tsundere’s though.” I poked his still bright pink cheek and he sighed a little bit. “Says you, Miss Tamaki is the best host.” I flushed a bright pink at the memory lightly bumping his hip with my own.

“Oh shut it, I still say that the goofball type is the far superior archetype. I mean it’s hard to top it at least for me.” My brother just laughed a little bit at me resting his cheek against my head bending down slightly.

“Face it tiny you’ve always been the easy type. They just have to make you laugh and your putty in their hands. It’s your type.” He shrugged it off and I felt the flush of embarrassment across my cheeks biting back an insult that I thought was way too harsh and beyond light teasing.

“Fine, you win this round of bickering since I don’t want to take it too far.” I put my hands up in surrender and my brother blinked a little bit at me.

“How are things going with orange juice? Any better?” I nodded my head with a sad smile on my face. I knew that my brother had given up a lot of his own free time to make sure that my relationship was working and it broke my heart.

“It is better than it was a month ago. Sometimes I still worry that I’m bothering him and he’ll have to come and talk to me himself and bring me out of my own head. It’s scary how much I love him, Kai. He’s it for me.” My brother laughed a little bit at me nuzzling my hair with his cheek. It was always so easy to communicate with my brother about the minimal things in life that were bothering me. He was the nonjudgmental type at least when it came to me.

“I could tell that he was it for you the first time that I saw you two holding hands under the table and talking trying to look all discrete and shit. You really suck at lying to me tiny so of course, I was able to see right through that. I was just glad that you stopped mooning after Pikachu if I’m being entirely honest.” I rolled my eyes with a soft smile at Kai's scoffing. I heard a familiar ping on my phone and saw that it was Tenya making sure that I remembered my sunscreen and snacks in case I got hungry throughout the day.

“He’s definitely the mother hen type of partner. Exactly what you need in a boyfriend though because you suck at taking care of yourself.” I sighed a little bit because he was way too right. I did forget to take care of myself especially when it came to remembering to eat and take breaks.

“I’m glad that I got over my unrequited love and the same thing with Hitoshi. As much as it brought the two of us closer together all three of us are happy in our own relationships now. I couldn’t be happier with Tenya when things are working mainly when I’m not too scared to communicate.” I sighed a little bit and he kissed my hairline.

“It’s fine to be scared. I want you to remember that. It’s alright to figure out things by yourself. However, it’s not okay to completely ignore your partner and their needs. I know that you’re still learning that somebody would actually want to be with you sis and recently life hasn’t been very kind to either of us.” I nodded my head twiddling my fingers together in the familiar nervous fashion. I saw us standing outside of the familiar breakfast place that we had always gone to when we were kids.

“Come on tiny, I called ahead and made reservations yesterday. Hopefully, this place is still just as good as it was when we last came here when we got accepted. Not that their menu or your favorite thing ever changes.” I lightly pffted at him hearing the familiar laugh that always made me laugh right along with him.

“Oh, you! I remember you two, it’s nice to see you both again. How’s high school treating you both?” Since we had been coming here for so long and it was a small business they always remembered who we were.

“It’s going well ma’am thanks for asking.” My brother told her for me and I sighed gratefully at the fact that he was always so open about doing little things like this for me when I was too nervous.

“I saw you both on the news recently when that hero passed away. I’m so sorry for both of your losses. That must have been very hard for both of you especially you Mitsuki.” I nodded my head but smiled softly. It was something that while it hurt, got easier every day. I would always miss him but I was at least able to get sleep without nightmares and I was going to therapy now where I could talk about my feelings and emotions.

“There has been a small change to our hero menu but I think that you’ll like it.” She winked at me leading my brother and I to our favorite both towards the back and I looked to see what had changed.

“I’m not changing my order. It’s the same thing that it’s always been Plus Ultra pancakes…” My brother trailed off when he saw what was right below his favorite order and he tapped to where the pancakes were. I looked at them and saw my brother’s favorite but right below that was something that I had never seen before. In a place that was unanimous for never changing their menu they actually had.

“Bright side of life pancakes…” I felt tears suddenly well up in my eyes not able to stop the tears from flowing.

“He would have been happy, I remember him telling me that sometimes he would come here and get the All Might pancakes.” I smiled sadly at my brother as he ran a finger over my knuckle to remind me that it was okay to cry. Even if you were in public it was still alright to get emotional over things like this. I took a picture of the menu and texted it to Mirio with surprised emojis.

“I think he would have been happy too. I still miss him, so much. But it’s become something that at least I can easily talk about.” Kai nodded his head understandingly and the waiter came over to take our drinks. I flipped to the drinks and saw that there was a new lemonade.

“She’ll have the green apple lemonade.” My brother smiled at me as if reading my mind and the waiter just nodded.

“I’m so proud of you tiny. I know that you shut down for a little bit there but so did I. I’ve been talking to Jin a lot more and he’s a good listener.” I blinked a little bit in confusion before the idea of it all made me smile.

“He’s a good person despite his history. He did the right thing leaving after what happened with Kats. I didn’t know if I could trust either him or Violet before but now I can’t think of any two adults that I’d trust more other than Dadzawa and Dadzashi.” My brother laughed a little bit at the familiar pet names for the two people that had helped raise us to be heroes.

“I still remember when you first found out that Eraserhead was Hito’s father.” I laughed a little bit at the memory of an excited seven-year-old me practically vibrating.

“I was a sucker for the underground heroes when we were kids. I never got behind the hype of the overly popular ones other than All Might or Miss Joke. It was a bit of a pain to shop for me and mom had to do a lot of it by going to people that would make specific things. You were always the easy one Kai. If it had All Might’s brand on it you wanted it.” I lightly teased and my brother just scoffed at me knowing that I was right.

“As if you didn’t turn into a jumping bean whenever you saw Nighteye on something.” I laughed a little bit tucking a lock of platinum hair behind my ear.

“I had the excuse that very little amount of Nighteye merchandise was made. You had absolutely zero because his merchandise is literally everywhere. I love you Kai but it’s the truth.” My drink came and I felt tears come to my eyes at the fact that it came in a glass that I would get to keep.

“It’s a new thing that we’re starting where we have specialty glasses made for our drinks that the customer can keep. You two will match.” I smiled softly at the fact that even close to eleven years later my brother and I were still matching in every way, shape, and form.

“Cheers sis, to sibling days.” I clinked my glass with his taking a small sip from the drink. My eyes widened at the tart but still the good flavor of the lemonade.

“Trade?” I offered and he nodded taking a sip from the side of my glass and I tried the familiar blend of strawberry and blueberry lemonade.

“Have you finished Mic’s English assignment yet? I still have no idea what I’m going to do for mine yet.” I sighed a little bit nodding. I had finished it late last night. It wasn’t due until the week after next since it was a big project.

“It was really hard for me, I’m going to have Mirio read it before I turn it in. Writing about who inspired me to be a hero was obviously very hard for me.” I told him and he sighed along with me running a hand through the end of his ponytail.

“I’ve never even met All Might and now it’s nearly impossible because he’s no longer an official teacher right?” I shook my head. He was still a member of the staff but just couldn’t teach us as All Might anymore.

“I could have you meet him if that’s what you want! It might be good for you Kai. You helped me to meet my hero, it’s only fair that I repay the favor back to you.” I reminded him and I watched his eyes go wide and a small blush of admiration across his cheeks.

“You’d really do that for me…” I laughed at my brother nodding my head taking his hand in mine. I would have to talk to Midoriya since he was the one that was closest to what was once our country’s number one hero.

“Of course I would Kai, you’re my brother, my best friend, and the person that I would do just about anything for. If it means that you’ll get to meet your hero then so be it. I’ve met mine and I want for you to experience that same thing. Especially when your hero is as awesome as All Might.” I joked and my brother sighed a little bit smiling softly.

“I truly have the best little sister in the entire world.” I rolled my eyes softly at him. He still never let me forget that he was technically a goof five months older than me.

“What do you want to do after this?” I asked him and his eyes positively sparkled at the seams. I could see the bright expression on his face.

“That is for me to know and you to find out. Drink your sugary beverage and quit asking me probing questions.” I smiled softly at him shaking my head looking at my specialty cup. It had a chibi version of my favorite hero as well as the motto that he lived by.

“How was the Studio Ghibli museum?” Kai swiftly changed the subject to one of my favorite topics of conversation. Last week one of my dates with Tenya had led to me doing something that had been on my bucket list since I had first heard about it.

“It was so amazing oh my god! I wish that I could have taken pictures. But, I did buy you something.” I reached into my Loungefly backpack that I had picked up themed to Miss Joke and grabbed the object. My brother’s favorite movie had always been Castle In The Sky, he loved the idea of pirates ever since we were kids so growing up he had always wanted to be a member of the Dola Gang. I had picked out a handful of favorite items that I told my boyfriend that I would buy since they were for my brother.

“Holy hell, these are awesome! I love them…” My brother trailed off looking at the two main figurines that I had picked out for him. One of them was of the robots that are on Laputa and the other was of Patsu catching Sheeta.

“I’m so glad! I had to demand Tenya that I buy them myself since they were for you. I’m so glad that you love them. I was a little bit nervous. I got the Howl and Sophie version of that figurine for Denki. He loved him too.” I showed him the picture of everything that I had picked out for my dorm room and he stopped at one of the items.

“You bought a Baron?!” I nodded my head showing him a better image. It had been the most expensive purchase that my boyfriend had made.

“I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted on buying it for me especially after I told him how much I was obsessed with the character when I was a little girl. I also picked out Fio’s airplane! Ever since Shizuko built her’s it’s inspired me.” I showed him the mobile that I had bought. I often spent an extended amount of time just gazing at it.

“I still can’t believe that she actually built the fucking thing. Did she ever figure out what she’s doing with it?” I nodded my head with a small smirk. I had been so excited for her when she had told me about it and now I couldn’t wait to tell my brother.

“Apparently, somehow Goro Miyazaki got wind of her little invention and he wants it for the museum! He wants to put it on display!” I cheered and my brother’s eyes widened comically before the muttered holy shit left him.

“What did her parents say about the whole situation?” I sighed a little bit shaking my head. This was the part that wasn’t pretty.

“They told her that she couldn’t do it. That it would be just sitting there collecting dust. I think that it would be incredible though, like can you imagine? Shizuko worked so hard to make that machine and she did it. It should be shown to the public don’t you think?” I saw my brother nod his head and he whipped out his phone and instantly started texting, probably our favorite techie in question.

“She said that she’s actually going through with it. They want it on display next week. She’s going to have dismantled and reassemble it there. I’m going to offer to help her. I mean it’s a free pass to the museum grounds. Denki is helping her as well. This could be her big chance, to meet the man behind the magic.” I smiled softly at my brother. He had always stood by Shizuko and whatever she wanted to do. I think but was because he related to her and the way that she struggled to be heard by her parents. He understood that and the fact that he did never failed to break my heart.

“I think that she’d really appreciate that Kai! It’s a great idea, I think Django is probably going to help her out as well. He’s been wanting to go and get some Kiki’s Delivery Service merchandise.” I laughed at the memory of the Romani-American goofball that had stolen the heart of my stoic but loving best friend.

“Do you think that the man himself might see it?” I shrugged because anything at all was possible. Shizuko would probably faint if he did see it but it would be absolutely amazing for her. I couldn’t think of a person that was more deserving to meet him than her.

“He just might! He goes to the museum often even if it’s just to the gardens. I can’t think of a single person that is more deserving to meet him than her. Other than PJ his films are what keeps her going. It’s why she hasn’t lost the light of childhood that she carries in her eyes.” My pancakes appeared at the table and I looked at them wide-eyed. They looked absolutely delicious and I grabbed my fork instantly taking a bite from them.

“’S good!” I encouraged the waiter and Kai just laughed a little bit at me shaking his head. He tried his own familiar All Might pancake nodding his head at the familiar flavor.

“Thank you Pip from Enchanted, hasn’t mom told you hundreds of times to not talk with your mouth full,” I smirked a little bit at my brother waving my fork feeling the joke that was coming on.

“About the same amount of times that she has told you to watch your language.” I taunted and he just rolled his eyes at me with a small smile on his face.

“At some point, you just stop listening to her and it just becomes white noise. Especially when it’s me and it’s like talking to a brick wall.” I laughed at my brother shaking my head at him before cutting into my breakfast of sugar. We ate our food in the familiar companionable silence that we were used to doing back at home. It was easy for me to just sit quietly in the company of my brother since it was something that I had grown up with.

“I’ll pay.” He told me and before I could open my mouth and protest he had already laid down his credit card.

“I am taking you out on a sibling day, thus I get to pay for everything that you want.” He reminded me and I made a mental note for me to take him out the next time so that I could pay him back somehow.

“Come on tiny, we’ve got people to do and things to see.” I laughed a little bit at the familiar word backward that we had picked up from our dad. That had been one of the older ones from when we were smaller children and we had been going on a road trip when our mom had lightly teased him that it could be taken out of context.

“Next stop is the train station since we have to travel for a little while to reach our next destination.” He told me and I blinked a little bit in confusion but gave my student ID to the machine and it let me through the turnstile.

“I started watching Fruits Basket with Katsuki, mostly because he walked in on me watching the first episode when Kyo appeared.” I smiled softly at the fact that my brother was able to share one of his favorite shows with his boyfriend.

“I haven’t gotten around showing it to Tenya yet mostly because he’s never really watched anime, not even Miyazaki. So we’re starting off slow and I need to share with him more of the world that we grew up with. I’ve only been able to show him Totoro and Kiki’s so far.” I sighed a little bit since I had taken a huge handful of steps backward. My brother saved me a seat next to him and rested his cheek on my shoulder.

“I think that starting with the master of animation is a good idea especially if he hasn’t seen any anime ever. He loves you though tiny so I’m sure that he’s having just as much fun as you are with him. Did you have to explain a lot of the exhibits at the museum to him?” I nodded my head with a small laugh since I had to do a lot of explaining when my boyfriend took me to visit the museum of my special interest.

“All he really did was look at me all soft like the way that you tease me he does. I think that my next one might be Castle In The Sky. I have a feeling he’d really like that one.” My brother smiled softly at me entwining his fingers with mine.

“He does look at you like you hung him the moon and stars. At first, I really didn’t get it, it made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know whether or not that I could trust him. But then he followed through and I learned that this guy isn’t going anywhere and he clearly loves my sister so I might as well face it. She’s not going to be the pure and innocent baby anymore. And no I did not mean that as an insult before you get all sulky on me.” I smiled softly at my brother because for a time I was worried about the way that Katsuki would treat my brother despite me knowing that he was different.

“I was afraid for a small amount of time that Kats would hurt you as well. I know that his bark is way worse than his bite and everything but I was still a little bit weary. You two were so competitive at first it was tiring to keep up with you two when I would train you both.” In hindsight, I should have known that they would both be super chaotic when you put them together at first.

“I’m still not sorry about that and I blame him for picking a fight with me. It was not something that I wanted to do. Plus he got super sick due to me and I still feel awful about that…” I rubbed my brother’s back gently with a small smile on my face.

“But he still forgave you and look at where the two of you are at right now. I’m so proud of you Kai. I know that you’ve struggled a lot when it comes to self-love and why you want to be a hero but you’ve still come so far. You’re making friends of your own free will! Look at your relationship with Ari, I never told you that you should be friends with him. I encouraged you to befriend Shizuko because I felt like she needed another person fighting for her in her corner. But with Ari, you did that all on your own.” I saw my brother slowly start to relax into the comforting touch.

“They’re a really good person. I can totally see why Pikachu is so smitten with them if I’m being entirely honest. I saw him cuddling Ari before I left the B dorms to go and get you and I swear my heart melted.” I laughed a little bit at my brother because just about every time I saw them cuddling my heart melts.

“I can totally see that. They usually cuddle on our couches to the point where I think Kats is low-key jealous because he’s constantly bitching about it. You should come over to my side more often.” I teased lightly and the colors flush across my brother's cheeks.

“I’ll think about it…” I smiled softly at my brother. I knew that come tomorrow I’d see him and Katsuki on the couch opposite what was already becoming our class's number one OTP. I felt the train come to a slow and gentle stop and my brother instantly led me up the stairs making the broad hand gesture.

“The hero museum…” We hadn’t been here since we were really little kids. It was something that we would do whenever we had done something really good in school. I used to love coming here with Kai because it was mostly themed to All Might and his little eyes would light up.

“Come on tiny, it’ll be great just you wait. There’s something in there for you too! I checked and there are two new exhibits.” He led me to the front of the line and paid for the two of us to go in after showing them our student IDs and getting the hero in training discount. I had thought that the clerk was looking at me a little bit suspiciously like they recognized me or something. My brother quickly led me into the familiar front room where all the exhibit halls were. The floor was the familiar All Might colored and my brother seemed to be waiting for me to realize that something was different so I looked around and felt tears come to my eyes.

“It’s a permanent exhibit here now. You might need these.” He handed me a packet of Kleenex that he had brought with him from home in the familiar Miss Joke packaging. I took my brother’s hand and went through the entrance with all the other children that were wanting to see my hero.

“Welcome everyone to the Bright Side Of Life exhibit!” The worker introduced us standing at the front of the auditorium.

“We’re here to honor a hero that was long overlooked throughout his life, Sir Nighteye. Once the sidekick of All Might he created his own agency that was dedicated to helping the police save children from bad situations. He loved the smiling faces of children and they were what originally made him want to become a hero. For our exhibit, we have the last interview that he ever gave before he passed away. You will see three young heroes in training that worked with him on his last job as well that go to UA Mitsuki Haruka, her brother Kai Haruka and Mirio Togata.” I blinked in confusion before the information settled into me. I remembered that he told me about this interview that he had come up right before our fight against Overhaul. He told me that he rarely did interviews but this one was different and he knew it. The lights went dark and my brother put his arm around my shoulders comfortingly as I saw my hero.

“Why is my catchphrase to always look on the bright side of life? Well, it’s a song from a British comedy troop Monty Python. I’ve always loved smiling and jokes despite my usually cold exterior when I’m doing hero work. This song got me through a lot of bad times so when I hear from a fan that it helps them out as well that just means that I’ve done my job. It’s only been my catchphrase for the last six years. Before that, I didn’t have one.” I felt tears come to my eyes and we weren’t even a full minute into the interview yet. This was going to be really hard for me to sit through.

“Hero work to me isn’t all about the guts and glory. It’s about the feeling I get when I save a child. When I first see them smile at me and thank me for getting them out of that situation. That was what I loved about being All Might’s sidekick was that I got to save the lives of children.” His smile as he looked down at the photograph that was sitting on his desk all warm and soft brought a tear to my eye.

“My fan base is small but they’re loyal. They’re always there when I need them to be. I got extremely lucky I think. Two of my biggest fans turned out to be two of the strongest heroes out there. They work for me now and I couldn’t be happier to see them. Why don’t we go and visit them right now?” The interview led him down the hallway to his training grounds where my brother and I had been training.

“Good work Kai! Your sister is going to try for a water whip in the next few seconds so I’d block it.” I laughed at the memory and how petulant I had been.

“Oh sure, you’ll help him meanwhile I have to do this on my own?!” The auditorium of people laughed at me along with the hero that was the focus of the interview.

“I helped you yesterday Mitsu, you’ve got to do things on your own sometimes!” I saw Mirio watching the two of us with this look of pride as my hero went down the stairs to sit by his protege.

“This is my protege Mirio Togata, he’s a third-year and he brought Mitsu a few months ago. How’s she doing Mirio?” My friend smiled at the hero who had changed both of our lives growing up. I saw his grin at me.

“She’s amazing!! She’s going to be a super awesome hero once she gets older, I mean she is right now but I just have a good feeling about her.” I saw Midoriya fighting along with us and Sir smiled softly at my classmate and friend.

“Midoriya is the newest recruit around here he just got here last week but he already shows amazing promise for the future. I know that he can be a great hero, all four of them can.” The video faded away until it had stopped on his smile.

“We have a lot of Sir’s personal items for our exhibit that we were able to get our hands on so we’d love for you to tour around!” The worker explained and Kai took my hand softly squeezing it and leading me through the front doors.

“Alright tiny I know that you can do this. I’m really proud of you Mitsu and it’s going to be really exciting for you!” He comforted me and led me through the front doors to the exhibit. The first thing that I saw was a collage of all the different pictures. I froze when I saw one of me and my first day when Mirio had insisted that the three of us take a selfie.

“Hey, you’re the water hero in the video!” I looked down slightly seeing a small girl in front of me with a gap between two of her teeth.

“That I am sweetheart, it’s very nice to meet you.” I got down on her level as she fumbled with her pamphlet and a blue gel pen.

“Can you sign my pamphlet?” I laughed a little bit and my brother just smirked a little bit at me kneeling next to me.

“Not even a full hero yet and you’re already signing your first autograph. I’m Kai, I’m her brother.” He introduced himself to the girl and she fumbled with an orange gel pen.

“Can you sign it too Mr. Kai? You have a really amazing quirk! I saw you both on tv when you were fighting Chiasaki.” I smiled sadly at the small girl signing my name and doing the watermark that I was already fond of underneath my name.

“Of course…” My brother signed his hero name underneath mine with a small smile on his face. I leaned against his side a little bit as the little girl went skipping to show her mother what she got from us.

“That was unexpected…” I squeezed his hand softly and he leaned firmly against my side. He knew that it was only the beginning and even though I was dreading this part of being a hero I knew that it was mandatory.

“I wasn’t expecting that either but it made me really happy. I think that there’s a line forming though little brother.” I teased lightly and I saw a small boy coming in front of my younger brother. Kai knelt down so that he could sign his playbill.

“I have a dangerous quirk as well…” The young boy admitted and my heart broke looking at him. Kai just smiled kindly at him.

“Do you want to be a hero as well?” The little boy nodded his head and I got down to look at him as well. I gave the little boy a low high five.

“I know that you can do it! Being a hero isn’t about the quirk that you have, it’s about the heart that you have.” He pushed a lock of hair behind his ear with a small smile on his face. Kai put his arm around my shoulders comfortingly.

“I didn’t think that I had it takes to be a hero either. I didn’t understand what it takes to be a hero either until I met this one’s hero. He taught me so much about being a true hero. It’s not about the vanity of it all but the things that you’re able to do in order to save people.” I leaned against my brother’s side as the little boy looked up at us with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Kai!” He went back to his mom animatedly telling her about what he had just experienced.

“Do you want to see the rest of the exhibit?” I asked my brother who nodded his head and retied his hair into his ponytail the streaks of green in his hair showing off and matching my streaks of blue.

“I do if that would make you happy. This is something that I wanted to do for you. I know that I dragged you through All Might’s exhibit here way too much when we were children. This is your turn to do the same thing to me.” I laughed a little bit fingering the end of my skirt and one last small boy came up to me.

“I have a water quirk as well!” He showed me a little bit of what he could do with his quirk and I got down to his level.

“That’s amazing! I don’t meet a whole lot of water quirk users they aren’t as common as they once were with so many varieties out there now. I’m glad though. That means that you’re going to work hard and one day become a hero right?” He nodded his head as I signed my name with my watermark across the bottom of it. I tried to make it look similar to my quirk as his older sister picked him up.

“He really loves your work, this is his fifth time coming to the museum when I’ve babysat him this month. I always let him pick where to go and this is what he always says. You’ve really inspired him. He didn’t think that he could ever be a hero until he saw you skidding past on your water on the news with the USJ.” His older sister told me and I bowed before the little boy hoping that one day he would become a hero and would join the small number of water heroes that we had.

“That’s great! I’m so glad that I was able to inspire you. I can’t possibly understand why because that’s the first time that somebody has ever told me that but thank you for your love and support either way.” I thanked him and my brother just took my hand with a small sigh.

“You don’t know why tiny come on, you’re one of the most inspirational people that I have ever met.” I sighed running a hand through my long platinum-colored hair.

“Kai, I know that but you’re my brother and you're supposed to say those kinds of things to me.” My brother put his arm around my shoulders pointing the painting in front of me.

“Hey, I recognize that artwork!” He reminded me and I looked at the picture next to it. I felt my heart melt and tears come to my eyes. It was my painting that I made when I was ten.

“That’s my painting…” He kissed my cheek with a small smile on his face. I linked my finger through his with a small smile on my face.

“It is tiny! That’s your signature right over there.” He reminded me and I laughed a little bit at my best friend.

“I had such bad handwriting back then, I can’t believe that’s the painting that bubble girl picked for this exhibit.” My brother leaned his cheek against my head with a small laugh. He slowly walked me to the next slide when I saw him fighting alongside All Might.

“I remember this fight, it was one of the first when they had to save a quirkless child…” I felt tears come to my eyes because that was so much of me when I was younger. I sympathized with the girl in the video and saw a lot of myself in her especially when I was younger being quirkless myself for a really long time.

“You watched that fight so many times, you still were watching it even when I got there. I could see why though you saw yourself in the girl and wanted to be saved by your hero. As much as you were like Nausicaa growing up you were every bit the little girl that you always were.” I stuck my tongue out at my brother and he lightly pinched at my cheek.

“Oh like you didn’t watch the same All Might fight thousands of times once you found your favorites. It’s no different.” I mocked and he just shrugged it off not even ashamed to admit the fact that I was right in every way. “Here’s his old costume!” He told me and I looked over at the old suit and tie that he used to wear back when he was a sidekick and had yet to find his own sense of style.

“I loved his old costume. It was something that I associated with him but I do love his new costume more because I feel like it suited his personality a lot more. It was bright and boisterous a lot like his true personality. I feel like he buried and hid a lot from me even after he learned that he could trust me. I miss him so much Kai…” My brother nuzzled his cheek a little bit further into my hair squeezing me against his side.

“I know tiny, I miss him too. But he’ll always be with you in your heart as cheesy as that sounds when you say it out loud. I think of it kind of like Mufasa with Simba. Remember who you are…” I laughed a little bit at my brother lightly shoving him.

“I still love that movie and you will leave it alone. I know that you’ve watched it to death but I also know that if you had to have a favorite Disney movie that would be it.” Kai just heaved a heavy sigh as if I had just figured out that he wasn’t nearly as tough as he made himself out to be.

“Just don’t go spreading that shit around, Katsuki already teases me enough as it is for watching Fruits Basket. Even though he watches it with me now.” I smiled softly at the idea of the grumpy Pomeranian growing adjusted to having my brother in his life.

“I’m glad though that you two are getting along so well. It puts me at ease. I used to really worry about you that you’d never find love. I know that you were always secretly lonely especially in middle school when I started making other friends than Hitoshi. It wasn’t something that I planned on happening but I suddenly became somebody that people wanted to be friends with. I think a big part of it was making friends with Denki on the first day of school. He’s a bit of a social butterfly.” I joked and Kai just sighed a little bit but I could tell that he understood.

“You’re super social too, you just get overly anxious about things that don’t even really matter. You let your brain get ahead of what you actually want otherwise you’d be pretty normal. I started off being really mad at you, I thought that you forgot about m on purpose. But you never truly forgot about me. You just got busy which is different. I realized that you deserve to have your own life away from me. I learned a lot through you mostly that it’s okay to grow up. We grew up together but remained children. And that’s how it’s always going to be tiny. I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me.” He reminded me and I felt tears come to my eyes as he lightly thumbed them away.

“Cry baby…” I stuck my tongue out at him lightly swatting his lower arm glaring down at my shoes with a sad smile.

“Come on Kai, we still have more things to see around here!” I dragged him to the next section of the Nighteye exhibit which talked about how he had created his own agency. Even though I was already extremely familiar with his story it was still one that inspired me. He had come from being a sidekick to doing something truly amazing with his life.

“And so will you tiny, you’re already going to take over his agency with Mirio.” I looked at my brother realizing that I had said that aloud.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to join us, Kai?” My brother shook his head smiling softly at me leaning his cheek against my hair.

“No I’m alright, I’m sure. I would much rather maybe work with Katsuki one of these days. I don’t think I have the emotional strength to constantly save children from bad situations.” He squeezed my hand with a small smile on his face.

“Wow, already planning your future with our favorite tsundere?” I teased and he just sighed a little bit a bright pink blush on his cheeks.

“Well I-shut up!” I laughed at my brother as he followed me to the next booth over that had all the different types of merchandise that he had sold while he was alive.

“I can’t possibly judge you hun, I have done the same thing with Tenya so I don’t have a leg to stand on.” He laughed a little bit at me squeezing my hand. Kai snuggled a little bit further into my side moving one of the locks of hair out of my face.

“At least you two have been dating since you first started the school year. Me and Katsuki have been dating since last month.” I looked at my brother with a small smile on my face. I couldn’t believe that my brother had actually found happiness, even if it was with the last person that I expected it to be.

“Well you know as much as I do that I have problems in my relationship too that we’re working through. He makes me a better person and I’m so happy around him.” Kai smiled softly at me leading me to the last of the major exhibits here. It focused on various clips of him saving children when he became the sunshine hero.

“There we are again tiny!” He told me and I smiled softly at the moment on the screen. It was him, Mirio, Kai, and I getting ice cream together taking a break from the stuffy office work. I walked out of the room and something in the gift shop caught my eye.

“Can I peak into the gift shop really fast?” He sighed but nodded his head as I bolted for the gift shop and found the pillow that I was looking for. This was a new item. It was in the shape of a sun and had his glasses on them.

“Hand it over tiny, I’ll get it for you.” I sighed dejectedly wanting to pay for it myself but not wanting to break out into a heated debate in the middle of the gift shop.

“Do you see anything that you want Kai?” My brother paused looking at the All Might pillow that was in the bin next to the Nighteye ones. They were also a new design, they must have made them to match one another.

“I want to get that one.” I laughed a little bit at my brother biting back the teasing jab that I had inside of me.

“I’ll get it for you then. If you insist upon buying me everything then I want to buy you at least one thing. Hand the pillow over.” He tossed me the pillow and I laughed a little bit at my brother taking it up to the register to buy it for my brother.

“Here you go Kai, one more thing to add to your ever growing collection.” He mimed his hand with a higher pitched voice only changing my name instead of his.

“I know that I have a problem, it’s not my fault that there is hardly any merchandise for him. Where to next oh navigator? Back to the train?” My brother tapped his foot a little bit checking his phone for something.

“How about mini golf?” I cheered dragging him out of the museum as he fumbled a little bit with how fast I was going.

“Tiny slow the hell down I can’t keep up with you when you get like that.” I stopped outside of the train station my brother heaving for breath.

“Geez, you get so excited about the weirdest things. It’s just miniature golf. You always kick my ass anyways.” My brother leaned against my side waiting for the train to appear and I just sighed a little bit apologetically.

“Sorry, I guess it’s just been a while since I’ve felt this happy. I put on a brave face and a smile but it feels more forced now I guess. When I’m not around Tenya it’s just like oh there’s a person coming I’ve got to put on that fake smile and tell them that I’m fine.” Kai tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and I saw him sigh a little bit.

“You don’t have to do that shit around me. I hope that you know it’s normal to not feel happy all the time. I know that you’ve been through a lot lately but you’ve not been coming to me for help. Did you eventually decide what you’re going to do therapy wise?” I nodded my head with a sad smile on my face. I had already scheduled my first appointment for it on the first official day of summer break.

“I decided that Mirio made a really good point and that I can’t keep living like this. I need help Kai. I know that I do. It’s been four months and I’m still not getting any better. I’m still stuck in mud and I can’t get out.” Kai bundled me up in his arms making quiet noises to try and comfort me. He was always the person that could do the best job at getting me out of my own head. It wasn’t the easiest job in the world, especially lately but I still loved that my brother was able to do it so effortlessly.

“I’m really proud of you. I’ve been thinking about seeing a shrink myself for my own anger problems. I want to be better. I want to be able to see you with your other friends and not feel this burning sense of possessiveness. It’s not healthy. I’m already working on making more friends in my class. Mostly with Ari’s friend Honenuki. He’s a good guy.” I laughed a little bit against my brother’s chest at the memory of the boy that looked so unique.

"Litzy has a major thing for him, they’ve only met a few times though. I hope that she gets over her shyness around him really soon. I think that they’d be super cute together.” My brother pulled back from the hug just doing one more quick once over to make sure that I was alright physically.

“He likes her too, a lot. Ari teases him about it all the time. For somebody that spend basically the better part of four weeks mooning after their partner they sure are cocky.” I laughed a little bit at how self assured the partner of my best friend had turned out to be.

“Part of me hopes that Litzy will get to have her quinceanera for the entirely selfish reason that they’ll get together in the process.” Kai leaned against me waiting for our train to approach the station and I felt the familiar gust of wind. This was a much faster train then the one that we had taken to get here. I always loved sitting on the bullet train and watching the world go by.

“Come on tiny, I know that you hate having to stand on these trains. Let’s go snag us a pair of seats.” I followed my brother to the back of the train sitting down next to him. I leaned my head against his shoulder once we were seated kicking my legs back and forth.

“I heard that the mini golf place has a new course themed to Nighteye. Do you want to see it or would you rather be surprised.” I muttered softly be surprised next to him. I can’t really say that I was surprised with all the new things that were going around for my hero. There was a reason that people said we don’t even know what we have until it’s gone.

“It seems that everybody is doing things for him. It makes me a little bit angry if I’m being entirely honest.” I blinked in confusion at my brother as I watched the world go by outside of the window with rapt attention.

“Why? I mean I’m not exactly surprised. People never appreciate the underdogs while they’re here. It’s just something that I’ve become accustomed to. I’m just glad that he’s getting the love that he so deserves now. Besides, that hero mini golf course has a bunch of courses for different heroes.” I shrugged it off like it was nothing but Kai just leaned against me.

“I think it’s because he worked his ass off. If I hadn’t have been such a big All Might stan I might have joined your side across the road. After knowing him as well as we did it just seems like the world’s biggest coup out. I know that you’re happy because you get to celebrate his life but to me it just is offensive. It just seems like they’re milking his legacy sometimes. That segment at the museum wasn’t what I was expecting it to be. They barely even mentioned the things that he did in his life only how he died.” I hadn’t really thought about it at the moment but my brother has usually made a decent point. He had always seen things through a more cynical pair of glasses while I was the more optimistic type.

“I don’t think about that but you’re probably right hun. I’m sorry that you’re feeling that way. I wish that people celebrated him when he was here too. But I’d rather it be the way that things are. I was his biggest fan and that makes me happy. I was there before everybody else. That makes me the trendsetter.” I joked hearing my brother’s soft laugh.

“I love you Mitsu.” I smiled softly. He hardly ever used my real name it was almost always the nickname that he gave me when we first met ‘tiny’. He only said my name when he reminded me that he loved me.

“I love you too Kai. More than anything.” Kai took my hand in his and I felt the familiar comfort from my brother coming off him in waves. The bullet train came to a steady stop and I stood up dusting off the hem of my skirt as we walked to the mini golf course.

“Alright prepare to go down this time, I’m ready.” My brother threatened and I rolled my eyes already picking the Miss Joke designed ball and putter.

“You best be ready to eat those words, this game is one of the few that I’m confident at. I love playing miniature golf. We start at the Thirteen?” My brother nodded his head going first and made it through the hole. I saw his eyes light up with a bright cheer.

“Hole in one! I got a hole in one, suck it.” I rolled my eyes at him softly chuckling at him. Leave it to my brother to be absolutely obnoxious over the littlest of things. I putted my ball watching it go the same route that my brother did before sinking into the hole as well.

“What?!” I heard my brother’s indignant squawk but unlike him, I would not a show-off about this. I grabbed my ball walking along the sidewalk to the familiar next hole.

“That was just round one tiny, I will beat you at this game.” I softly laughed at my brother retying my right ribbon.

“We’ll just see about that, now is not the time to get cocky Kai.” I watched him put the ball through the right of Miss Joke’s laughing emoji eyes. I heard the familiar laugh that went along with it as he skipped over the hole.

“Aw, man!” I laughed a little bit at my brother moving to stand next to him and I went through the middle of the bright smile. I watched as the ball softly rolled to the hole.

“You went a little bit too hard through the left side. I’ve learned that when playing this hole your best bet is to shoot it through her smile. True you won’t get the laughter sound effect but you will get a hole in one.” I taught my brother watching as I saw him angrily try to get the ball into the hole. I shook my head at the familiar impatience levels that he had.

“Also this is not the game to play angry.” I teased him twirling a lock of hair that was sticking out of my ribbon.

“Yeah yeah tiny, move along.” I chuckled lightly at him as he finally made the shot that he wanted. I walked down the pathway seeing the next shot. I felt a tear come to my eye when I saw the group in front of us make the shot and the notes of Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life come out of the speakers.

“I didn’t know that they were going to do that…” I handed my brother a tissue and he just dried his eyes and went for his shot. He went through the ramp and out the other side into the hole on his first try. Seeing my brother smile softly at the sky.

“Thanks for everything…” I smiled softly at my brother pushing his foot lightly out of my way since he was blocking my path to success. It went up the ramp and out the other side of the sunshine and saw that it also went through the hole on its first try.

“Can I take a picture of the course?” I asked one of the workers and he nodded his head as I took the picture editing it and posting it with crying emojis to my Instagram.

“This next hole is new too! It’s a FatGum one!” I told my brother excitedly since I had been following the hero since I met him when we went after Chiasaki together.

“Really?!” My brother sprinted to catch up with me as he went first and it stopped just before the hole and I saw the lines of irritation go over his face.

“Don’t let it get to you little brother. I might miss this shot too.” I reminded him as I made the shot stopping even farther back and shot him the look you see expression.

“See? Sometimes I miss the shot too and you don’t see me throwing a childish fit.” My brother put his arm around my shoulders with a small smile.

“You’ll still beat me at this round anyways. It’s just how it works sometimes.” I watched my brother make his shot and he went into the hole. I went after him hearing the sound effect that made me smile. They had recorded his voice saying great job. I knew that Ei would love this course so I sent him a picture of it with exclamation marks.

“How is Kirishima doing by the way? Has he made a move on Mika-chan yet?” I shook my head with a heavy sigh.

“It looks like they are going to be pining after one another for quite some time brother of mine. At least you’re not best friends with one of them.” I joked and watched as my brother went first into the Best Jeanest course.

“No but I talk with Mika a lot, she’s cool.” I laughed a little bit at my brother knowing that was the closest thing to a compliment that the shy girl was ever going to get from my usually surely brother.

“Can we get ice cream after this?” I saw my brother nod his head and I cheered with a bright smile on my face. We would have to get back onto the bullet train to go to the hero ice cream shop close to school. It was hard to believe that it was now early afternoon. We had gotten an early start to the day but still, it felt like the day had flown by and it left me wishing that it hadn’t. I made a mental note to start doing these siblings' days more often. I made it through the Best Jeanest course in three tries. The holes started to get tougher from here on out. I almost never got a hole in one doing the All Might course which was the last one.

“Whoever loses has to buy it. I’m only saying that because I am for sure going to lose since you’re kicking my butt right now.” I chuckled at my brother as we went to the Eraserhead course, another newer one it looked like. It was right before the older All Might course. It made me really happy that Dadzawa was getting the respect that he had worked so hard to earn. It made me happy that this place was still making new courses and scrapping the ones that were no longer relevant. I was relieved to see that they had replaced the Endeavor one with a Hawks one. I saw next to it one for the bunny hero Mirko one next to it.

“This one could be difficult…” My brother thought to himself before just taking his best shot and going through the right ramp that would lead him to the hole in one shot.

“Kai! That was awesome, I don’t think that I’m going to get a hole in one in this one despite my admiration for this hero.” I bit my lower lip trying to go through the right wing that would lead me to get a hole in one in the Hawks course.

“Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby…” I muttered watching it spiral around before deciding that the luck was on my side and it went into the hole.

“Barely went through it Kai, you were all in that one. I thought that I wasn’t going to make it.” I walked with my brother watching a younger family at the Mirko course. The younger brother was trying to get it through the proper ear that would get him to the other side.

“Does that remind you of somebody?” I jokingly asked my brother who heaved a heavy sigh running a hand through the base of his ponytail.

“Can it tiny.” I laughed at my brother as the little boy made it through the right ear and got a hole in one as his parents picked him up encouragingly. My brother went next as my phone buzzed and I got a series of surprised emojis from Ei.

“Tiny, your turn to try, I made it there but not a hole in one. I should have known not to trust the rabbit.” I laughed at my brother and went down the left ear that caused me to go straight to just outside the hole.

“I think I can trust the rabbit. There are very few females in the top ten heroes right now so I’ve got some mad respect for her. Thanks, Miro!” I thanked the hero giving her a thumbs up and my brother just chortled with laughter at the fact that I had just thanked a miniature golf course. He went through the end at the second try and I just lightly putted through it.

“Now we have to do this beast, this looks like a nightmare happened. I think Hitoshi would still get a kick out of it though. There are so many paths how do you know which one is the perfect one. And of course, they had to make it above the water on purpose just to screw me over.” I listened to my brother’s ranting and laughed a little bit as he overanalyzed the hell out of the course in front of him. He eventually decided to aim for the perfect ramp that he thought would take him to the end course before the bottom opened up and I let out a shocked laugh when his ball went straight directly into the water.

“OH, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He ranted and I couldn’t help but fall into hysterics of laughter. This was just too priceless.

“Alright laugh it up tiny, this is highway fucking robbery.” I glared at my brother jerking a thumb behind me at the parents with kids behind us. I watched all the color drain even farther from his face.

“I’m sorry about my brother ma’am. He gets really irritated with this game and didn’t know that there were children behind us.” I lightly smacked my brother upside the head in a chiding fashion and he just huffed a breath sitting down at the end of the course to wait for me obviously stewing his own fumes right now. I made the shot that would allow for me to stick the landing on the other side and smiled brightly when it didn’t wind up like my brother’s shot in the water. My brother just smiled softly at me as I made the final shot.

“Good job tiny, but can you get through the All Might course.” He taunted and I saw the familiar behemoth course.

“I’ll let you know when I get there.” I sighed a little bit angling my ball to go right through the middle and let out a sound of surprise when it did.

“No way!” My brother got excited right as the ball went into the proper hole at the end of the course. I gave my brother a tight hug, usually, this was the course that put me into the water because I would do it in the wrong fashion.

“Good job tiny! I’m proud of you.” Kai cheered for me as I crossed the course and got my ball. He handed in our cards to the worker and we went on our way back to the bullet train to get some ice cream. This time we spent it in companionable silence. That was the best thing about my relationship with my brother it led to me being able to not have to talk if I was getting too tired. He ordered my ice cream for me and we went back to the UA dorms.

“I’ll see you soon alright tiny? I promise I’ll eat lunch with you more often and drag Katsuki with me.” I laughed a little bit at my brother.

“I’ll hold you to that, thank you for today Kai. It was amazing!” I thanked my brother taking my new stuffed animal and he just shrugged it off.

“It was nothing, now go give that to Hitoshi before I never hear the end of it.” I balanced my best friend’s ice cream and handed it to him with a wink on the way back to my own dorm room for some much-needed downtime after all the excitement of the day.

[viktorfm]

(MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, NONBINARY) - Have you seen VIKTOR SAMUELS? VIKTOR is in HIS/THEIR SENIOR year. The VISUAL ARTS MAJOR is 24 years old & is a CAPRICORN. People say HE/THEY are OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT and DEPENDENT. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THEIR THERAPIST. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

dont. look at me. i know. anyways if it wasnt obvs i abandoned cupid (n darrow) in order 2 bring the two ocs tht he ws inspired by n ws a combination of bt. theyre better as different ppl methinks.

DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS TW

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basics.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - january 2nd, 1996

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: preaker, vermont

sexuality: pansexual uwu

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favorite song: disorder, joy division / it’s getting faster, moving faster / now it’s getting out of hand / on the tenth floor, down the back stairs / it’s a no man’s land / lights are flashing, cars are crashing / getting frequent now / i’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling / let it out somehow

background.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in preaker, vermont - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang.

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like … sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid … not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine.

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like … just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3d art ap course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to yates but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just … not to his parents, who don’t really need to know.

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( tw death, grief, overdose / hospitalization beyond this point )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point.

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was … viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to yates to finish his senior year because … for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality & facts.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears … that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just … love those black & white vertical-striped pants.

can appreciate the ~urban legends~ at yates and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just … a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants.

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like … sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s … a lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it.

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive … like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all their money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away hbdsjfngkh

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe … yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time … also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not … with their body or anything because they’re a twig but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like … partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

religious trauma? oh worm ;; three cheers fr <3 guilt <3 anyways uh. just people tht viktor hs known thru the church in some way even tho hes a fkn. freak now. maybe even family friends. 

the horror of our love :/ ;; hmm. any romance tht cld b toxic i think this cld fit. just rly a bad fit. viktor doesnt rly know hw to love so nothing rly lasts bt. maybe they try n try n nothing works bt they keep trying. cld also just be anything unrequited.

little fkn gremlins ;; theyre all evil n mean. bt theyre all friends. <3 

you are nothing ;; uuh. enemy plots. spicy enemies. rly bad enemies. rivals. they r brutal towards each other bcos nothing viktor does is ever soft.

fuck u dont pity me ;; uh. people who try to get close to viktor n he just. bites at them. he’s like no. bc he assumes ppl who r kind in response 2 his vileness r. theres smth wrong w them. n it might hv to do with pity. n he hates pity.

ugh. locals x ;; ppl who also grew up around preaker, vermont. the samuels r <3 well known folks n the uh. hm. the murder is an ongoing case. so they cld know abt it <3

dont tell anybody x ;; this is for soft plots. i dont know much about soft plots but. 

maybe i am part of the problem ;; the problem is chlamydiagate. this is a hook-ups connection. fwbs n one night stands. ppl viktor hs brutally ghosted. he doesnt acknowledge their existence outside of these events, perhaps. 

dont u just wna go apeshit ;; this is where viktor becomes a bad influence.

bt uh. anything. pelase

[inforapound]

Emboîté Part 3

A/N - Part 3 of @youbloodymadgenius writing celebration fic. Than you so much for your likes and comments. The saucy Part 4 will be up tonight. 

Pairing – Ivar and Sarah     (Aethelswith)

Words – 3,500 approx

Series Warning – explicit smut, dance industry inaccuracies, fluffy Ivar, possessive Ivar, semi-slow burn, ‘baby’ used as a term of endearment.

Having lived my life in leotards, leggings, and costumes with little to them, I rarely thought twice about how much of my body was on display. Walking toward me, Ivar looked everywhere but at the short, soft pink dress and sheer leggings, I had chosen for the occasion. Without arrogance or his usual stiff expression, he looked almost shy. It was so adorable it hurt and in that moment, I wished I knew him well enough to tease.

Arriving precisely one hour after my distress call, he came through the doors dressed ‘down’ in a grey button-up shirt and expensive-looking jeans carrying not one but two camera bags, strapped across his chest. It was clear, Ivar Lothbrok did not mess around.

“Hi,” I smiled pleased to be on my own turf.

“Hi, you look,” his bright eyes and neutral face did a quick sweep of my front, “…. ready.”

Not uncomfortable, more focussed, he listened while unpacking his gear, placing it onto a long wooden table pushed against the wall.

“We were all asked to contribute something for the silent auction on the 23rd and Derek, my friend, he’s professional photographer,” Ivar’s eyes narrowed, listening to me rattle on, “was set to take two photos of me. One dancing and one wearing a gown provided by Caffrey’s, our sponsor, who provide all our evening wear. Anyway... the photos will be blown up and framed and put out for the auction.”

“You want mid-motion shots or still poses?” he asked, cutting to the chase.

“I was going to leave that to…”

“Derek?” he asked, glancing up from the canon in his hand, his eyes skipping between each of mine.

“Yeah.”

“Got it.” Dropping his eyes back down to his camera, he flicked various buttons, a digital screen lighting up on the back.

“What do you think I should do?”

Looking up, he said nothing, his mind obviously working it through.

“Let's get some test shots for light and then just do your thing. Forget, I’m here.” With a quick jerk of his head, he indicated he was set.

Moving to my invisible mark on the floor, he took what felt like eight or ten shots of me standing in the center of the room in first position. Adjusting dials and playing with his zoom, he looked through the lens, his other eye squeezing closed, the shutter firing in a rush of clicks. Using a different black cane than the night of the auction, he hooked it on the inside of his elbow anytime he stood in one place. It seemed like an extension of his body, moving it with ease and I knew then his dramatic limp was not an injury but a condition.

It was time. Walking back to the table, I pressed the player, returning to my spot at the center of the wooden floor. The music sounded and I began. Swiveling, I rose up onto pointe, lifting and swinging my right leg in a broad sweep, shoulder height, before dropping and dramatically walking forward with rushed steps. I chose to dance my favourite part of the ballet Coppelia. Leaping high, my extended legs and pointed toes cut and curved through the air. For my size, I had always excelled at grand jetés and knew they often made for an impressive photograph.

My muscles and tendons, calloused feet and bones, blood and soul knew these steps so automatically, so ingrained that my mind could suspend and almost observe. There were few times in life, one could be wholly present, and dancing provided those moments for me. No concerns or past, no fear or questions, no right or wrong, good or bad, just movement. My body simply called forward into this graceful fluidity that felt as natural as taking a breath. So, this piece seemed fitting for such a sensation as the story was about a man who created a dancing doll, void of a mind, who moved so remarkably she floated like some beautiful celestial being. He became obsessed and controlling with her the more people fell in love with her dancing. I felt like a doll twirling and leaping, prancing with delicate steps, void of thoughts, responding only to the pull of the enchanting music.

The last steps were upon me and I rose onto point, extending my other leg vertical to my body, my toes reaching up toward the ceiling. Dropping forward, into a grand révérence, I held allowing the music to come to its end. 

Silence.

Pulling myself up from a deep bow, I turned to look at Ivar. Lowering his camera, our eyes met. He had this confronted look and I could only assume he wasn’t sure what to say. The force of his stare and then a quick flutter of his eyelashes betrayed him though. He was impressed.

Exhaling, I relaxed my shoulders, resting my hands on my hips as I caught my breath.

Strange moments had been happening since I first saw him in that ballroom, and this was no exception. Neither of us seemed to know what to say, and I felt this sense of impatience, wishing I knew him already. Wanting, somehow, to fast forward through this polite unfamiliarity to a place where we talk without feeling guarded.  

“Okay?” I lifted my chin.

“Yeah,” he answered, lowering his cane to the floor, stepping back to his equipment on the table. Glancing back, “More than okay,” he said, turning again to his gear.

Moving toward him, I grabbed my water bottle off the table and took a long drink.

“Thanks...for this. I would have felt like a ninny with nothing to contribute.”

“Ninny?”

“Yeah,” I smiled looking down at the floor, running my hand, out of habit up the back of my hair to my tight bun.

“Pickle, ninny, do they teach these phrases in Canada?”

“I don’t know,” I laughed, subtly shaking my head, pleased to see his broad smile and shining eyes. “Are you okay waiting while I change and clean up for the dress shots? I might be half an hour or so.”

“You want to do those here?”

“I guess. They were going to be done in Derek’s studio but he’s home sick. I’d rather be lit on fire than have you see my place so, yeah, here.” Looking around the room, I could still feel his eyes, watching me. “I could stand by the window or by the grand piano. Whatever you want. You’re taking the photos.”

Turning from the waist, he inspected the large room with its high ceilings and antique crown moldings, white walls and patinaed oak floors. It was a bright beautiful space.

“So?” he squinted one eye and I could tell he had a plan, “Whatever I want?”

“You are the photographer,” I nodded.

“Mine then.”

The playfulness in his smile and straight white teeth were not helping me catch my breath.

“Your what?”

“My place. My apartment. It has large east-facing windows. The light will be perfect for the next couple of hours. Once the sun sets, the sky will be backlit over the city. You will look…” he nodded, raising his brows but quickly glanced down to the camera he held like a security blanket. “It will work.” Looking back up, his eyes searched mine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

---

I failed horrendously at keeping causal when walking in behind him, carrying my old duffle and garment bags. My steps slowed to a stop as I entered the contemporary, open concept living room, dining room and kitchen, all with a backdrop of massive steel and glass windows.

“This is amazing,” I said looking up at the high ceilings that opened further to a large loft on a second level. Smooth cement pillars stood in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling windows and ran up through the high, soaring ceilings. Like a nerd, I bent down and ran the pads of my fingers across the glassy black floors. “What is this?”

“Polished concrete,” he answered as he flipped through letters that had been pushed through a mail slot in his door. His own mail slot.

My mother’s crudely lined lips and spiteful words came to mind, when you date a man with money, you bloody well earn every cent. I sighed, shaking off her poison knowing that she in some perverse way hoped I would end up on my back, in some director’s office, working to stay relevant. My poor, bitter mother.

Walking to the dining room, I knew immediately it was not a table to place my shitty old sac on. Draping my dress bag over the back of a tall dining room chair, I dropped the duffle bag to the floor.

Turning around, I found Ivar watching me, leaning against the eating bar that separated his dining room and kitchen. There was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes and I wondered if he pretended not to know how good looking he was. Or, perhaps he was indifferent to the opinions of others. That seemed more likely.

“Come,” he walked over, grabbing my garment bag and led me back toward the entrance and into a large bathroom, in which every surface was the same type of white stone. Hooking the hanger on the glass shower door, he turned to me, glancing around the bathroom as if to check that everything was in its place.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, playing with his cane, picking it up and bouncing its rubber base on the tile floor.

Smiling, I shook my head, internally dying at the image of him standing behind me with a flat iron.

“Okay, I’ll be out there.”

---

Stepping out of the washroom, my hair, by some fluke was skillfully styled down and smoothed out with a gentle wave, and my smoky eyes and nude lipstick were masterfully applied, just as Derek and I had practiced. I even felt confident in my spectacular silver heals. Peering down my front, I ran my hands over my hips, smoothing the grey shimmering satin, loving how the draped silky material felt against the skin of my, shaved that morning, legs.

“That was fa..” Turning around, his words caught in his throat. Closing his mouth, his eyes blatantly scoured the length of my body, his expression not filtering a thing.  

I had been a performer all my life but could not remember a single person ever looking at me with that kind of awe.

Glancing down again, I adjusted the seams on the inside of the long sleeves, realizing how much I had wanted him to react this way.

Clearing his throat, he didn’t smile but his body settled as if easing into the reason I was there.

“Okay,” he inhaled loud enough for me to hear and lifted his hand toward the living room. “Let’s start with you in front of the corner window. Maybe even have you lean against the column. God, it’s perfect.” His eyes skipped back down my body. “The silver of your dress with the sky behind.” Pausing, his face softened. “That dress.” His eyes flashed wide and he shook his head with a half-grin.

“Thank you.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t wear that on Saturday.” Taking the lead, he walked toward the living room, stopping behind a leather armchair. “I would have doubled my bid.”

“I’ll remember that,” I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye as I passed him, heading toward the window. A surge of excitement raced through me knowing that he was seconds away from seeing my exposed skin in the backless dress, cut down to just above my bottom.

“Derek and I picked it out together. So many at Caffrey’s looked like ice capade costumes. I am not a frilly person and he liked the clean lines of it.”

Moving past his low-slung furniture and glass coffee table, I walked toward the corner windows, passing a stunning black ornate fireplace, feeling his eyes burning up and down my spine. Biting my bottom lip to conceal my smile, I wished I could see his face.

“Stop!” he called and I froze, my hands shooting up in front of me, thinking I shouldn’t have walked across his fancy rug with heels on. Slowly looking over to him, he stood beside the armchair, camera lifted, staring at me over the viewfinder.

“Right there. Do not move. Keep looking at me like that.”

Taking his direction, I stayed in place. The clicking of the camera started with a flurry.

With a pleased grunt, he lowered the camera and pressed a button to flip through the images. “God, this is perfect. That is the shot! That is the mother-fucking shot! You look,” lifting his excited face, his bright eyes faltered seeing me again. “You look… perfect.”

“Wow, okay. Thank you.” Shifting my heals, I turned to face him. “That was… fast.”

His attention was already back to the photos on his screen.  

Stepping carefully across the dark, likely hand made rug, I headed back, en route to the bathroom.

“Don’t go,” he blurted causing me to snap my head over at him. “Not yet,” his tone was gentle. His puppy eyes were staring right into mine and I had no doubt this man got anything and everything he wanted in life. “Let’s take more. Just for fun. Hmm?” Bobbing his head, his expression turned playful.  

Jesus, yes.

Like the good girl that I am, I took a seat on the built-in concrete bench that ran the length of the wall of windows.

Coming out of the kitchen, Ivar’s limp was pronounced, in fact, it looked painful without his cane, as he moved toward me carrying a glass of wine in each hand. Stopping myself from jumping to help, I waited, accepting the glass with a smile when he handed it to me. It tasted lovely and cold and was in the most elegant wine glass...of course.

And did we play…. Ivar stepped into his role as photographer, directing me on position, placement, even how to rest my hands, gently tucking my hair behind my ear and tilting my chin just as he wanted. His fingers lingering longer and longer each time they touched my body or hair or the fabric of my dress. The air felt thick when he was close causing my skin to warm and I felt a wave of disappointment whenever he stepped back. I was his muse, his doll and it was incredibly arousing.

The more photos he took, the more I allowed my inhibitions to unravel and it only fueled Ivar to become more expressive, excited even.

“Okay. Now, I’ll have you come to the couch and just do what feels natural. The glass behind with the colours in the sky, ughh,” he grunted, “amazing.”

Turning his attention back to the eating bar, he took a sip of his wine, scrolling through the last handful of shots. With his back turned, I used it as an opportunity to situate myself. Rolling from my seated position on the black leather sofa, I lay down on my tummy, propping myself up on my elbows, letting my heels drop to the carpet.

Spinning to face me, his eyes widened with surprise but he quickly recovered, pressing his lips together and returning to his role. He could not lift his eyes from me though. Could barely blink. Peering up at him from over my shoulder, his gaze dragged down the length of my bare back, holding on the round swell of my behind, naturally arching toward him. The dim, early evening light, made his normally brilliant eyes appear a deep blue. His entire expression seemed darker somehow as if laying below him, taking his every direction drew him into some wicked part of his mind. I had never felt this sensual before and didn’t want the feeling to fade or for him to stop staring at me like I was the most remarkable thing he had ever seen.

Lowering to sit on the glass coffee table, he lifted his camera once again, his lens sweeping up my form, focussing straight in on my face. Looking directly into the lens, I wondered if my expression was as yearning and wonton as I felt. The air had definitely shifted, and perhaps the glimmer or suggestion in my heavy-lidded eyes gave away my desire. Either he knew the contents of my mind, and how my body was responding or he felt the same as the intensity in his gaze rapidly grew. Faint grunts of approval, running his tongue over his lips, even outright murmuring how incredible and beautiful I looked, swearing under his breath.

I had to consciously control my breathing. The force of his stare, peering over his camera, sped my heart. How could he be doing this to me? It felt crazy knowing that I had only just met him but would not have stopped him from crawling over me, sinking down against my back and grinding into ass. Just the thought made me nearly rock my pelvis against the leather couch, needy for pressure on the tingling between my legs.

“You are so perfect, Sarah,” he whispered, and it occurred to me how often he used my name. I had never liked my name but somehow, the way it slipped from his tongue always with an exhale, it sounded anything but plain.

Two more clicks, three, the camera felt like the only barrier between us now as he slid closer to me, up the table. The image of his smooth, plush lips pressed to mine flashed through my mind and I exhaled loud enough for him to hear.

“Sarah,” he whispered again, my eyes still fixed on the lens of his camera as if hypnotized.

Click. Beep, beep, beep.

“For fuck sakes,” he snarled loudly, lowering his camera. “Don’t move. Don’t move.” Pushing himself up, he rushed, teetering as he walked without his cane, leaning on the back of the furniture to the bar. “Let me just change the battery and we’ll keep going.” Glancing back quickly as if to make sure I was still there, “God, have I really taken over a hundred photos!” he laughed sharply, dropping his head back. He was giddy.

“Ivar?” I pushed up on the couch to sit, combing my fingers through my tousled hair, attempting to blink off the spell I felt under. I needed to move, get some air before… well, I wasn’t sure what, but something was going to happen if I stayed splayed out like a dog in heat. I barely knew him!

Turning back to me, frustration flashed through his features but he stopped and looked at me. No, scrutinized, me.

“Ivar, I think I need to...”

“Who is Derek?” he cut me off, the question catching me by surprise.

“The photographer I told you about.” Not reacting, he stood waiting for me to continue. “Actually, he was one of the first people I met when I moved here. He is the photographer for the theatre, or I should say the theatre is one of his clients. He took my headshots for the company and we became close. It was nice as I was new to the city. Didn’t know anyone. Still don’t really.”

“So, it is more than professional between you?” he narrowed his eyes as if confused by something I said.

My stomach fluttered and I suddenly felt odd sitting across the room from him. “Yes,” I replied realizing that clarified nothing.

His eyes flashed again and he glanced down at his camera. I could see the steeliness in his gaze when he looked back up. “So, he dates the new ballerinas?” 

Ignoring the insinuation, I answered, “He is my close friend and one who is far more interested in… ballerinos.” My brows spiked high on my forehead emphasizing my meaning.

Tilting his head to one side, he squinted further, before, “Oh!”

Locking eyes again, we looked at each other longer than what felt appropriate and I wondered if we would have reconnected if Derek hadn’t serendipitously fallen ill. Sooner than later, my instincts told me.

“I am going to go and change,” I finally said, needing to say something.

Rising from the couch, I picked my heals up off the rug and headed toward the hall for the bathroom. The room had become shadowy and I stared at the floor as I walked, gasping when he grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward him, my hair flying out of place.

“Sorry,” he spoke quietly, letting go of my arm. We were standing close. “Don’t change,” his voice was just above a whisper. “Let’s not waste that dress.” His eyes dropped, sweeping across my chest. “Can I take you back to Piccolo’s for supper?”

“Twice in one week?” I smiled softly, inwardly thrilled by how he was looking at me.

Shrugging, his eyes watched my mouth, waiting for me to answer.

Giggling, a little too loudly, two thoughts occurred, I really did need to eat after two glasses of wine on an empty stomach and I was no where near ready to say goodbye. Lifting my chin, my smile widened, “We are creatures of habit, are we not?”

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「maxence danet-fauvel & nonbinary」⇾ samuels, viktor, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that he/they are a capricorn and 24 years old. he/they are studying visual arts, living in noland and can be observant, ingenious, reticent & dependent. when i see him/them i am reminded of a sculptor’s hands clay-ridden, the insistent hum of tv static, and a crying preacher inside a dusty funeral home.  ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」

hllo !!! i’m james n here’s one of my big idiot muses <3 he’s not actually dumb he’s :/ a bit evil. bt thts okay hes still <3 beloved <3 LKDSFHLSADLKGFSHLKD anyways!

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basic info.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: pansexual uwu

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inspired by: beetlejuice (beetlejuice), sid (toy story), jack sparrow (pirates of the caribbean), francis wilkerson (malcolm in the middle), azula (avatar: the last airbender), vicky (the fairly oddparents), stu macher / billy loomis (scream), marshall lee (adventure time), bojack horseman (bojack horseman), any it’s always sunny character :/

biography.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in rochester, new york - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang.

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like … sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid … not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine.

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his Thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like … just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3D art AP course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to radcliffe but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just … not to his parents, who don’t really need to know.

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point.

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was … viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to radcliffe to finish his senior year because … for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief, especially since the one year anniversary of tatiana’s death was this month (january) - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

UPDATE: now that summer’s come n go ... viktor hs been thru <3 a lot <3 recently. switched therapists (his :/ last one got her license revoked) & started new medications, went to a treatment center briefly ‘cos .. he wasn’t doing too well :/ bt now he’s back baybey! trying to be better n trying to be sober but ... :/

personality.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears … that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just … love those black & white vertical-striped pants.

can appreciate the lore & cryptids at radcliffe and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just … a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants.

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like … sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s … a Lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it.

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive … like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all teir money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away HBDSJFNGKH

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe … yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time … also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not … with their body or anything because they’re a TWIG but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like … partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

a roommate… but it’s an absolute nightmare to live with him.

enemies… because viktor would have a lot of them…

familiar faces… people who knew tatiana or of her / were her friends. maybe even those who dated her, and who viktor would’ve tried to intimidate / scare at any given chance :/

pitiful glances… people who take pity on viktor and he hates it sooo much.

hooligan gremlin kids… just a friend group of grown ass adults who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers.

high school girlfriend… probably the one he lost his virginity to inside his family church :/

childhood acquaintances… people who knew him from his youth.

exes… good & bad terms, but mostly bad terms because viktor is an actual demon. probably cheated on them.

soft… i don’t know if he’s soft towards anyone and/or is capable of it but we can try. we can try.

unrequited… either viktor just doesn’t like them or he’s holding back because he’s :/ got issues with relationships & is self-sabotaging as one does

enemies with Tension… of the … spicy kind if you know what i mean. wink.

friends… old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. i don’t know how many he had but if your muse likes to cause a ruckus and fuck shit up then viktor’s your man.

hook-ups… current or old. friends with benefits, one night stands, anything and everything because he fucks around a lot.

ride or die… friendship but make it extreme.

bad influence… he’s just toxic to be around and brings out the worst in people :/

bad egg… he’s gotten into a few fights :/ maybe you witnessed it. maybe you were in it.

literally anything i wld love all sorts of plots.

[aion-rsa]

Resident Evil Village: How Lady Dimitrescu’s Height Recalls Castlevania’s Dracula

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Weeks after her reveal, Resident Evil fans are still obsessed with Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, the latest standout villain in a series full of them. Specifically, gamers are unexpectedly taken by her height. When you look her up on Google or Twitter, you’ll find people talking about how tall she is, and more recently, how her height compares to other villains in the franchise.

Kotaku initially speculated in a very entertaining article that Lady Dimitrescu was eight feet tall, but Capcom set the record straight this week, cheekily announcing the character’s height on Twitter:

Your love for Lady Dimitrescu is loud and clear. 👒 Here's a message from our RE Village art director Tomonori Takano, along with a very curious fact you may have wondered about: pic.twitter.com/Lj4m5pN2dJ

— Resident Evil (@RE_Games) February 2, 2021

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In case you don’t know, 9’6″ is really goddamn tall. In fact, she absolutely towers over than the tallest recorded human, Robert Wadlow, who was 8’11”, according to The Verge. Of course, Lady Dimitrescu is a fictional character, so maybe that stat isn’t that impressive (although her height will likely intimidate anyone who runs into her in the game). But even when comparing her to other Resident Evil villains, Dimitrescu is still one of the tallest of the bunch.

A Redditor even put together the following chart (via Games Radar) that puts things into perspective. (I should note that it’s unclear how this user verified each villain’s height for this chart but we’re going to roll with it for the sake of having fun.)

Got bored today so I did this height chart which should put the big guns of the series into context. from r/residentevil

According to this chart, Mr. X and Nemesis, two of the series’ most popular baddies, would be absolutely eclipsed by their vampiric colleague were they all in a room together. And classic Resident Evil hero Leon S. Kennedy would have A LOT to worry about, too. Only Thanatos and UMF-013 could beat Dimitrescu in a dunk contest but who cares about them?

The more important question is whether a Resident Evil villain, and a vampire at that, really needs to be that tall to begin with? After all, Resident Evil 7 and Village protagonist Ethan Winters isn’t exactly what you’d call a formidable hero, especially when compared to mainstays like Leon, Chris Redfield, and Jill Valentine. Unlike his predecessors, Ethan is barely aware of the larger conspiracies and evil corporations behind his adventures, and he certainly hasn’t been trained to fight them. Ethan is an everyman by design, a character who exists as an avatar for the player in a really confusing and frightening situation.

In Resident Evil 7, Capcom smartly used Ethan as the point-of-view character in order to strip down the franchise’s winding tale of global conspiracies and biological warfare to something much more intimate but no less terrifying: a guy stuck in a creepy mansion full of homicidal maniacs and sludge monsters. The game just wouldn’t have had the same effect had a seriously ripped Chris Redfield kicked open the doors of the Baker estate to kick parasite ass.

My point is that throwing a 9’6″ vampire queen at Ethan seems like overkill, but bosses that tower over even the most ordinary human protagonists aren’t all that rare in video games. In fact, the specific tradition of tall vampire bosses hearkens back to one of the longest-running horror game franchises in history: Castlevania.

If you’re one of the lucky ’80s kids who played the original on the NES, you likely remember the game’s final boss fight with the Prince of Darkness, who stands several heads taller than the tough-as-nails, whip-wielding Simon Belmont.

After fighting your way through a gauntlet of Universal Monster-inspired creatures, you finally reach The Count’s coffin. Entering the the chamber, only the vampire’s purple head appears out of the shadows at first before the Count’s true size is revealed. It’s a classic gaming moment that likely intimidated many children back in 1986, even if the boss fight itself seems relatively uninspired by today’s standards.

The Count’s height and modes of attack bring a lot of verticality to the fight, as Simon must jump over the fireballs the vampire shoots from behind his cape and land a hit with his whip on his way down. And when The Count transforms into his final bat monster form, Simon must again jump around and hit the creature’s weakpoint, his head. Needless to say, The Count’s height is his defining feature here, just as it is Lady Dimitrescu’s in promotional materials for Resident Evil Village.

Trevor Belmont faced an even more imposing version of Dracula in Castlevania III, one with multiple forms, including as a giant floating skull monster. Again, the focus of the fight is The Count’s sheer size. And when the series transitioned to 3D with Castlevania 64 in 1999, it continued that tradition.

My guess is that Ethan’s inevitable battle with Lady Dimitrescu will share few similarities with the more platform-heavy boss fights of Castlevania but at least one aspect could make its way to Resident Evil Village: a horrifying final form akin to Dracula’s bat monster. After all, Marguerite Baker and Eveline had nightmarish final mutations in Resident Evil 7.

What could be waiting underneath Dimitrescu’s elegant exterior? The Maiden demo has already revealed that the vampire is hiding incredibly sharp claws perfect for impaling her prey, and there are likely to be more surprises.

Other similarities between Lady Dimitrescu and Castlevania‘s main villain are more obvious, such as the fact that the Resident Evil antagonist commands her own castle and minions. The game also features other enemies you’d be more likely to find in Castlevania than in Resident Evil until now, including a witch and a werewolf.

But while these are all classic horror tropes we’ve seen in other gaming franchises, Lady Dimitrescu’s arrival is an exciting new twist to the Resident Evil formula, and it’s not surprising fans are anxious to learn more about her ahead of the game’s release. She’s a new kind of Resident Evil villain, and judging by the reception so far, one gamers won’t soon forget.

Resident Evil Village is out on May 7 for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, and PC.

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[fanfoolishness]

a world for the birds (4/10)

Andy DeMayo took up birding years ago, but his favorite hobby takes on new meaning when shared with his nephew Steven.

A series of looks at Andy and Steven’s growing family relationship.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: owling

Sure enough, things were back to normal by his next visit, several weeks later.  Or at least, a new normal.  Gems seemed to have moved into town for good now, and Andy supposed that was all right.  They seemed happy to be there, and the people seemed happy to have them.  It was getting a little less weird every visit.

Steven’s texts had been pretty brief, though.  Quick updates on the progress with Little Homeschool, helping Gems get used to life on Earth.  Andy hadn’t seen a bird picture from him in weeks, just sporadic things like hey, how’s it going? and Hope things are going well, stay safe up there!

Andy suspected there wouldn’t be much birding this trip. The plants on the hillside were fully restored, and the beach was back to normal, and he’d even spotted an American oystercatcher sneaking around the rocks near the edge of the beach by Steven’s house.  But after spending the day with Greg they still hadn’t managed to catch Steven at home.  And tomorrow, Andy had gotten himself a gig from the boardwalk, teaching one of the new Gems to skywrite.  He wasn’t sure how long it would take, but it might keep him and Steven from getting together this time.

Andy walked with Greg down the boardwalk back to the carwash in the deepening twilight.  “Guess Steven’s still at Little Homeschool,” said Greg.  “He’s been working really hard helping the Gems get things set up.  I told him you were gonna stop by today, but I guess he got held up.  Sorry, Andy.  Maybe tomorrow?”

Andy waved his hand.  “It’s okay, Greg.  I know he’s busy doing big things.  I’m proud of the kid.”  But there was a little thread of disappointment uncurling in his belly, and he swallowed it back down.  “We’ll catch up next time.”

A car pulled up to the carwash ahead of them, flashing its lights.  “Oh hey!” said Greg as the car turned off.  Beneath the streetlight the door opened, and Steven stepped out into the light.

Andy whistled.  “Steven, you’re driving now?  What’s this hunka junk Greg’s got you in?”

Greg drew himself up to his full height, looking offended.  “Excuse me, Andy, but this is the Dondai Supremo.  It’s a beast, I’ll have you know.”

“Uncle Andy!  Yeah, I got my license a few weeks ago.  The test was really hard, but I passed on my first try.  I love having the car!” Steven flung his arms out to the sides, eagerly showing the car off.  “It’s awesome, right?”

“It’s true,” said Greg proudly.  “He loves it.  I can hardly get him out of it.  I was the same way when I got the van here.”  He held out a hand to the van parked beside the carwash.

“Shoot, I can understand that,” said Andy.  “Me and my plane and all.  Maybe it runs in the family.”

“I’m glad I managed to catch you,” said Steven.  He jogged over to meet them and gave him a quick hug, then one for his dad for good measure.  “Sorry, I knew you were coming, but I just had so much to do at Little Homeschool today.  I brought over a new Gem a few days ago and she’s having a tough time getting used to everything, and it’s all been crazy busy.  We’re making it work, though!”  

“Good work, kiddo,” said Greg with a warm smile.  “Well hey, do you two wanna catch up?  I know it’s been a while.”

“Oh I see how it is, Greg,” said Andy.  “Don’t want to hang out with me no more, huh?”  He tapped him on the arm with a light punch, laughing.

“No, I’m just getting old,” Greg protested, grinning.  “Gotta hit the sack before I pass out.”

" Greg, man, I’m three years older than you.”  Andy smirked at him, but part of him was glad that he’d get at least a little time with Steven.  It surprised him more and more, how fond he was getting of the kid.

“So that just means you’re extra old.”

“Daaaaad,” Steven said.  

“I’m going, I’m going,” said Greg.  He waved goodnight to them and clambered into his van.  Huh.  Car, van, plane.  Maybe it did run in the family.

“So Steven, sounds like if you ain’t healing the planet, you’re becoming, what, like a principal for space aliens?”

“Uncle Andy, come on,” said Steven, leaning against his car with his arms crossed.

“Sorry, sorry, Gems.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”  His face screwed up in concentration.  “I mean, I’m the only person in the galaxy who’s part human and part Gem.  So I think I’m really well-suited to help Gems figure out how to live with humans, since I know both sides, right?  It’s up to me to help,” said Steven.  He yawned, running a hand through his hair.  “Too bad it’s dark.  If I’d finished up earlier we could have fit in some birding before the sunset.  I miss it.  It’s so peaceful.”

“Well, we could always try owling,” said Andy.  “Keep in mind it’s a helluva lot harder than birding by day, since they don’t make any sound when they fly, but we could give it a shot.  Hardly ever do it myself, I’m not real good at it.”

“Owls?  You really think we could find one around here?” asked Steven curiously.  “Amethyst shapeshifts into an owl all the time, but I’ve never seen a real one.”  He nibbled on his lower lip, apparently deep in thought.  “I can’t stay up super late -- Amethyst and I are meeting up tomorrow to talk about jobs for Gems in Beach City -- but we could try it!”

“Well, if you got a thing tomorrow, we’ll just keep it to an hour or two,” said Andy, smiling broadly.  He had a thing tomorrow too, but no sense worrying about that.  “So tell me, you got any flashlights back at the house?”

***

It only took about half an hour to get suited up, with Steven switching out his pink and white jacket for a dark sweatshirt, finding some flashlights and handkerchiefs to tape over them to dull the light, and grabbing a camera and Steven’s binoculars. Andy decided against going back to the plane for his own, since Steven had to be up early tomorrow.  

They crept into the woods near the Beach City boardwalk, taking care to avoid stepping on twigs or dry brush.  They used the muted flashlights to light the way, stopping every few moments to stand still and listen.  

They were about thirty minutes into the woods when a low hoo hoodoo, hoo, hoo echoed faintly through the black trees.  Andy stiffened, nudging Steven with an elbow.  “Great horned owl,” he whispered.  “Maybe we can find it.”

“I never knew there were owls out here!” Steven breathed.  “I’ve been in these woods a ton of times, but --”

“Shh!” Andy whispered, as much, much nearer came an answering series of hoots.  The deep hoots were resonant, rich and warm, and maybe twenty or thirty feet away.  “They’re talking to each other… have to see if we can find the closer one.”  He took a few careful steps, Steven beside him, towards the sound of the nearer owl, then waited.

Steven cupped his hands over his ears, listening hard.  Andy turned off his flashlight to give his eyes time to adjust.  Luckily there was a full moon tonight, swinging high above the treetops, its silvery light leaving little speckles on the dirt and leaves beneath their feet.  

Andy scanned the branches above.  “Look for weird lumps,” he whispered to Steven out of the side of his mouth.  “Bumps on a branch that seem bigger than the branch itself.  A shadow that seems out of place.  Owls are hard as hell.  Sometimes you can only see ‘em where the pattern of the trees isn’t. ”

Hoo hoodoo, hoo, hoo called the distant bird.  Hoo hoodoo, hoo, hoo answered the near one.  So close!  He scanned the branches, searching, searching.

“Is -- is that --” Steven said softly.  Andy followed the line of Steven’s pointing arm, squinting at the straight line of the pine branch, and then, there, the break in the pattern -- that vertical solid shape -- two feathery tufts at the very top --

“You found it!” Andy exclaimed, as quietly as he could, given the sudden surge of excitement he felt.  Beside him Steven was practically vibrating, his eyes widening with sheer joy.  The moonlight glinted in them, reflecting his glee.  

Before the bird could take wing, Andy shoved the binoculars back into Steven’s hands.  “Go on, take a look.”

“Don’t you want to look first, Uncle Andy?” asked Steven, hesitating, taking his eyes off the owl at last and glancing at Andy in the moonlight.

“Nah, you found it, you get first look,” said Andy, his voice hushed but still swelling with pride.  “You done good, Steven.  You know how hard it is to spot an owl even in the daytime?”

“Thanks, Uncle Andy,” said Steven slowly.  He hefted the binoculars to his eyes and looked, fingers adjusting the focus, and for a moment he was silent, watching the owl.  Andy and Steven stood together soundlessly, breathing in, breathing out, both of them rapt in concentration.

Hoo hoodoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, crooned the far owl, and suddenly the near owl spread its wings, gliding out of the tree in perfect silence and winging its way to join its mate.  Andy watched its silhouette go, and beside him, Steven sighed, “Wow.”

“Wow’s right,” agreed Andy.  He couldn’t keep the grin off his face.