#This is not in the script...[HC]

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian: Here you go grandfather. Happy birthday.

Damian handed Ra's Al Ghul a snow globe that had a small forest design in it with glitter that sunk and floated when shaken. Ra's looked at the snow globe with no reaction at first then turned to his grandson.

Damian smiled sweetly.

Damian: It's a goofy gift, but sometimes simple gifts are nice to have. I... Hope you're not going to be mad or yell at me. If you hate it, that's fine, but I have a headache already.

Ra's (deadpan at first then a kind tone): This... This is the dumbest, cheapest looking, chachki crap I've seen sold in gift shops. And I love it! I'm not the easiest man to give gifts too, but you actually accomplished this... Thank you, grandson. I will cherish this dearly.

Ra's patted his grandson on the head then walked off to put the snow globe in his office.

Bruce: Did that... Did he actually like the snow globe?!

Dick: Did he say he'll cherish it dearly?!

Damian: I... Made grandfather happy? Father, my wish has been granted! Drake, give me my fifty dollars.

Tim (groaning): Dang it, Ra's had to be a decent person with a snowglobe gift?

[devilishheart]

I've been bingeing New Girl to stave off the existential dread and

Hmmmm.....you don't say

[nebulaeyedfish]

Soup Group Adventure! I <3 drawing my Hermits Mystery Dungeon au so much.

Tags: @raise-me-up-take-me-up @imflyingfish

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[ddejavvu]

Do you think you could do Sirius Black with the “I hate everyone but you.” Personality.

James is immediately alerted to your glum mood when you sit down without so much as a greeting, and he leans across the table with narrowed eyes.

"What's'a matter, Y/L/N?"

"Sirius is mad at me." You reveal drearily, wrapping your hand around the fork set at your place even if you don't feel like eating.

"Oh," James's brow scrunches, "Don't take it personal, babe. He's having a shit day, he heard from his mum. Nothing nice, I bet. Wouldn't let me see it. Just- he's grouchy with everyone today, don't let it bother you."

"But he told me to come back tomorrow," You recount, "Like he can't stand seeing me for the entire day! What am I supposed to do, James, we're set to study in the library at three. And- and I could help him! I could be there for him, but he's pushing me away instead."

James's brows raise, and a pitying smile works its way over his face, "Love. You're the kind of person that wants to be around people all the time. You seek comfort out when you're sad; Sirius doesn't. If you love him, y'gotta let him sulk for a bit. Then he'll come to you. And-" His nose scrunches, his brows wrinkled, "And all he said was 'come back tomorrow'? That's nothing. He told me to get my bespectacled arse out of the room before he shut the window on my head."

Your face contorts in horror, "James! James, that's so mean, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, darling." He snickers, "That's what I mean, that's just what Sirius does."

"Not to me he doesn't," You frown, "That's not okay, James, he should treat you better than that."

"He's having a rough time," James shrugs, "Doesn't bother me. He's all talk, he'd never do any of it. Just needs to blow off steam, y'know? And I think we both know why he tones it down for you, Y/N."

"I'm not special," You snap, reigniting the age-old argument between you and James that Sirius totally does not have feelings for you, not one bit.

"Right," James gives you an overexaggerated roll of his eyes, curls bouncing as he does so, "That's why he threatened to behead me and all he did to you was kindly shoo you away."

"Maybe you just piss him off more than me," You stick your tongue out at him, and turn to Remus for support as the boy sits down beside you.

"Morning," James takes the lead, shooting you a smirk out of the corner of his eye, "Talk to Sirius today, Moony?"

"Little shit told me if I didn't stop talking to him - which I only tried once, by the way," Remus groans, "- he'd 'mess me up' so hard my transformations felt like reprieve."

James's eyes widen and he tries tamping down a snort, tucking into his breakfast instead. Remus turns to you and your once-more incredulous gaze, scoffing lightly, "And I suppose he just told you to come back tomorrow?"

"That's exactly it!" James slams a fist on the table, a chunk of egg flying from his mouth that Remus shakes off of his hand with a grimace, "Moony, tell her she's special."

"I'm not special," You desperately try deluding yourself, shoveling your own forkful of food into your mouth as soon as you're done speaking, so that you don't have to answer to their protests, "He just hates you both."

[bi4bisamjess]

sometimes i fantasize about yellowjackets backstories based off reallllly tiny delusional details bc we were given so little. um. here's some dumb headcanons.

former horse girl lottie matthews. she was really into horses for like 3 months, begged her parents for lessons, then got bored and kinda scared of how big they were and quit. um. still to this day can crank out a badass horse drawing.

creek kid travis martinez??? really into reptiles and would try to build elaborate traps so he could see them up close. idk. also was very into magic. in the mandatory 5th grade talent show he tried to do a magic trick and fucked it up and it haunts him to this day.

nat has like two older cousins on her moms side. they used to be pretty close when nat was in her tweens/early teens, and they're who introduced her to nirvana. and then when she liked that they got her all the sub pop bands, punk staples, etc. they also sell her weed once she hits high school. they got less close when nat's mom and their mom had a falling out.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Did color see the red of killers soul for the first time and assume that what happened to him also happened to killer initially.

[notdrawingwhileasleep]

what's the lmk shackled au about?

Also hi hope you are having a good day!

Hi!

Shackled au is basically a Shadowpeach Au where Macaque is raised by PIF, and meets Wukong while working for DBK. They fall in love, shenanigans ensure. They are also lesbians, because I say so.

I tend to call this AU the "Assistant AU" too. Since Brotherhood Era is mostly just two idiots in love. But the "Shackled" part of the AU becomes more prominent the farther along we go. so for less confusion i'm just calling it shackled.

[corellianhounds]

Some headcanons for Mando:

Anything he uses to shower or wash his clothes with is unscented. Those scent-neutralizer dryer sheets keep his clothes from smelling like anything that can be detected while he’s on a hunt. Very few species are exempt from being unable to detect him

He keeps a clean ship and a consistent schedule. He’s been self-sufficient and on his own for long enough he knows how to cook and take care of himself. Keeping your tools, gear, weapons, armor, and ship in clean, efficient working order means you’re less likely to have to spend time fixing one of them when it breaks from your lack of routine maintenance, and his body is just another tool in his arsenal; sleep, food, necessary medical care, staying limber and getting vitamin D at some point all go a long way towards ensuring he can last longer in the field. You can’t run something ragged every day and expect for that to be sustainable.

That also means he’s well-equipped to handle long stints without different necessities when needed from time to time; you can push yourself pretty far when you’re already in prime condition.

Wilderness survival skills were some of the first things he learned while being brought up by the Mandalorians. Being aware of your surroundings, setting up and breaking down camp, foraging and hunting for food, building impromptu shelters, purifying water, navigating and tracking, having a variety of general and specific medical knowledge— All of those skills are building blocks for self-sufficiency. You never know when you’re going to be alone or thrust into survival scenarios, so it pays to be prepared.

That also means he’s capable of stomaching a wide variety of what some might consider inedible. Beggars can’t be choosers, and it’s rude to decline someone’s offer of food or hospitality so in any scenario where food is in short supply and/or it’s been offered to him, he’s taking it. As long as it’s something he knows humans can digest, he’s open to whatever cultural or regional dishes his travels have to offer, and he’ll muscle through the less pleasant tastes or textures of food he’s had to make do with when he didn’t have other options.

He does know how to make food taste good, but that more often than not requires more spices and ingredients and hardware than he can afford or spare the room for, so he makes do without. Once the kid comes along he branches out a bit more to make sure he gets some variety.

Along the lines of self-sufficiency and independence, he has a lot of general repair skills: you may not always have somebody who can fix things for you, and he obviously isn’t going to pay somebody else to do something he’s capable of learning, except for when he’s short on time or resources. We see him working on the interior circuitry of his armor in the second episode. He knows how to bypass and pick locks. He has the electrical, mechanical, and structural know-how to fix his ship and would know how to weld and use a torch cutter and a variety of other tools, but it also means he’d know how to sew and mend his clothes. Soft goods are just as necessary as hardware.

Injuries where he genuinely needs professional medical care are few and far in between partially because he’s very good at what he does, and partially out of necessity. Though it is by choice, him tending to his own wounds may not necessarily be because he is neglectful or prideful or has a penchant for pain; medcenters cost money, and submitting to that care means he is vulnerable and at risk of somebody breaking his creed by force, or doing more damage when he can’t fight back. It’s why he likely refuses anesthesia or anything that will put him under and make him unaware of what’s happening while he’s asleep. Either he will find somebody he’s close to to help him, or he will find a way to muscle through self-administered medical care yet again, or he will die from his injuries (which means he will have gone down because of a fight)

Though he has a few physical reference materials and logs he’s written down important details in, a vast majority of his knowledge concerning trade routes, ballistics, geography, maps, various customs and cultures and languages, exchange rates for currency, Guild bylaws— anything he could possibly need to know for a hunt— is committed to memory. He travels light, and the Mandalorians have an oral history more than a written one; belongings and archives can be destroyed, but their people live on and carry the knowledge that’s been passed down through centuries. It just makes more sense to him to commit everything to memory.

That being said, he does a significant amount of research before each hunt anyway, though the bulk of it is centered around the target themselves. Having all of your prep work done means the acquisition itself will go smoother.

He’s mathematically sharp: engine repair, manual piloting, vector calculus, electrical work, ballistics, basic engineering, weapons maintenance, financial management, and navigation by maps or by stars take a lot of mental acuity to understand and apply as quickly as he usually has to use them.

He’s not going to back down from others who purposefully encroach on his personal space, but he dislikes being in close proximity to strangers for extended periods of time. So much of his life is spent evading threats and fighting off challengers it’s hard to trust anybody to be that close. It’s not an aversion so much as it is an irritation that makes him tense. When you’re always looking over your shoulder, it’s just reflex to act defensively.

He doesn’t drink alcohol or caf unless he has sufficient time and he’s secure in the Crest without worry of attack; both impede his marksmanship and reflexes, neither of which are things he can afford while he’s working, so it’s usually only when he’s traveling through space that he’ll indulge

He doesn’t sing, but once the kid comes along he’s found that it’s easier to get him to sleep when he hums as he holds him and walks around the cargo hold.

[boykingscourt]

unrelated to anything but john winchester top of head kisser sooooooo fucking real to me

[gothamite-rambler]

Bruce's baby (Jason's days in the League of Assassians and part time baby sitter)

I am writing a fanfiction about Jason Todd knowing about Damian Wayne's existence long before Bruce and his brothers did.

He chose not to tell him for a reason. After everything he had been through, he switched from a murderous plan of vengeance to a strategy of long-term revenge. This story chronicles Jason's journey as he navigates his role in Damian's life, aided by Talia, who does care for Jason, at least in her own way.

For the next eight years, Jason is the only Bat son who knows about Damian, helping to take care of him and calling him "akhi" until he eventually makes amends with Bruce. Around that time, Talia decides to introduce them to each other.

This will be fully posted on AO3 May or June, and you can find my other works in my masterlist. I'm posting the w.i.p on here as a continuing series here before moving it to AO3 in a different format. Enjoy it. It's lengthy, but settle in and have fun with it!

word count: 1792

fanfic type: script for now

Jason sipped tea while waiting for Talia, added extra sugar and then took another sip to taste it. Smiling with a nod he continued drinking it. Talia entered the room, cradling a sleeping baby against her hip. Jason tilted his head, eyes wide. Seeing Talia with a baby threw him off balance.

Jason (wide-eyed): Is that a baby?

Talia (nodding): Yes.

Jason (worried, standing out of his seat): Is that… your baby?

Talia (firmly): Yes.

Jason gasped, covering his mouth in horror as Talia's jaw clenched, aware of the direction this conversation was heading.

Jason (panicking): Oh my god, you did take advantage of me! Is it MY baby?!

Talia (composed): In your mind, maybe! In reality, we never had sex! I’ve said this over a hundred times! You trying to woo me was met with rejection! You were my student, close to my son before I had this one! I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that while you were underage and unhinged. What kind of person do you take me for?

Jason (bluntly): You… swear allegiance to your father at every turn, and I’ve seen how you’ve been with your obsession— oops, I mean, ex-husband. Excuse me for assuming the worst of you.

Talia (raising her voice): He was my ex-husband! Stupid annulment! And for the twenty-thousandth time, I did NOT have sex with you!

Suddenly, the baby sneezed, startling Talia. She turned him side to side, dipping him as if she were checking to see if the batteries in a toy were dead. The baby stretched his tiny hand to touch his mother’s nose.

Talia: Oh my habibi, I thought I scared you.

Returning the baby to her hip, Talia resumed speaking to Jason, who still looked incredibly confused.

Jason (jokingly): Then whose baby is it? Bruce's?

Jason chuckled, but Talia shot him an unamused glare. He tilted his head slightly, puzzled by her lack of laughter or clarification.

Talia (sighing): He is the father.

Jason's eyes widened in surprise, then he shook his head, hesitating to believe it.

Jason (doubtful): No, he’s not.

Talia (serious): He is.

Jason (refusing to believe Bruce folded): No… No, he’s not.

Talia (through gritted teeth): Yes. He. Is.

Jason: Bruce is a lot of things, and I don't care for him at the moment, but there's no way he laid down with you and conceived a child. That's a baby! You would've had to sex— gross thought, with him about a year ago.

Talia (flatly): That’s typically how conceiving a child works.

Jason (shaking his head): You’re serious… He can’t be the father. No way.

Talia held up her index finger, pulled out her phone, and dialed her father.

Talia (when he answers): Father, please confirm for Jason that the DNA test revealed Bruce is the father of our beloved child.

Ra's Al Ghul (sobbing): Stop reminding me of that! I only want to focus on him being an assassin, not related to that man!

Talia ended the call and looked at Jason smugly.

Talia: There you go.

Jason leaned forward, squinting to study the baby’s facial features. After a few seconds, his eyes widened again as he noticed the baby had the same resting angry face as Bruce.

Jason (stunned): You and him…had him? Oh my god. Oh my god, it actually happened! The supposed tough dark knight who never folds, folded for a booty call! Yes!

Jason began to chuckle, which quickly escalated into fits of laughter. He sat down, still laughing, while Talia tapped her foot impatiently.

Talia (offended): It was NOT a booty call! Our night of passion was unforgettable…especially since the condom did, in fact, break. Damn gas station contraceptives!

Jason (between laughs): You used the ones from the gas station? Hahaha! Wait, wait, who had the condom?

Talia: He…did. They were in his wallet.

Jason burst into laughter, throwing his head back in hysteria to the point where he had to cover his mouth. Talia, incensed, could only glare at him.

Jason (enjoying this): You're both relatively smart people; how did you mess up that badly?

Talia let out an exhausted exhale, refusing to respond.

Jason (correctly guessing, having been around these people for a long time): I get it—you don’t want to answer. Mind if I take a guess? No need to respond. I wasn’t around because of traveling and mercenary work, and he was more depressed than usual, and you just happened to be there at the right time. You two did the nasty. Then he had — can’t believe I’m saying this — post-nut clarity and decided this was it. You two would no longer be together, but oh no, you ended up pregnant. Did I miss anything?

Talia (her eyes shifting downward, debating if it was a mistake to bring the baby in): He… was always downtrodden, and we were on good terms at the time. Okay, not… good terms, but that first Robin wasn't around, and he needed consoling. I told him I might be pregnant, and he was excited, but knowing how he views my life, he'd want our child with him, so… I lied about a miscarriage.

Jason: Ah, okay, that makes sense. He seriously had sex with you—like, awake and everything?

Talia nodded, sucking her lips in as her brows furrowed in anger.

Jason: Wow! This is a lot hilarity to take in and— Hold up, you two had sex while I was planning to kill him and Joker? You have got to be kidding me! I- I I should be furious! Yet, I can't stop laughing.

Jason laughed harder, leaning back in his chair and covering his eyes, doubled over at the humorous situation.

Talia: Go ahead, let it out.

Jason nodded and threw his head back, laughing until he fell back in his chair. His feet kicked as he guffawed at the revelation. The little baby giggled for a moment, mostly at seeing someone else laugh. Talia held the baby, who had been quietly observing their banter, close to her face.

Talia: Big Brother Jacy doesn’t understand that you are the love child of a perfect pair.

Jason laughed harder, covering his eyes. The "perfect pair" description was deeply ironic, given everything he knew about both parents. After a minute, he finally composed himself, letting out a happy sigh at the new material to mock Bruce with.

Talia (seriously): Do not tell Bruce. He’s not ready to meet him yet.

Jason stood up and pushed in his chair but decided to stand instead. He wiped his brow; he hadn't laughed that hard in years.

Jason (grinning): Ah, yes, the miscarriage lie. You didn’t tell him about his son yet. That’s another smart choice from you. He's totally going to want to be with you after he finds that out you loon. Whew, I needed that. And no worries, I won’t tell him a thing.

Talia (deadpan): Jason, as much amusement as you find in this, I’m serious about keeping your mouth shut. If you tell him in any way, I have men who can make your death look like a suicide or render you a vegetable.

Jason patted Talia on the shoulder, unfazed by her threats to his second life. Talia's brows furrowed annoyed.

Jason (sincerely): Chill, Talia. The secret is safe with me until you’re ready to tell him. It’s the perfect revenge plan, and I could use some hush money.

He crossed his arms with a smirk. Talia glared at Jason, but after a few seconds, she knew he wasn't afraid of her in this situation.

Talia (rolling her eyes while cradling the baby): You’re going to find a way to tell him to get back at me regardless of the threats?

Jason: Oh yeah. I will meet God or Satan and have them send a message if I have to. I stopped fearing you a few years ago. I take cash payments and direct deposits. And when you do tell him, send me pictures or a video of his reaction.

Talia (aggravated sigh): You’re so unserious.

Jason: Thanks for the compliment. What’s the kid’s name, by the way?

Talia (pondering): I’ve been debating different names. Father wanted me to name him…Ra's Jr.? I would rather die than name him that. I eventually decided on a more american name, Damian. Damian Wayne for my cute wittle habibi.

She softly rubbed her son's cheeks with a fist, eliciting a giggle from the infant. Talia took a moment to stare at her son with something she rarely showed: motherly happiness. That stopped when she heard Jason chuckle again.

She ignored his judgmental smirk, returning to the present topic.

Talia (defensively): No judgment! I’ve always wanted a baby with Bruce. Never tell my father I showed that type of affection. He hasn't demonstrated it for a long time, and his head might explode seeing me give it to my child.

Jason (teasing): I might bring it up one day to piss him off.

Talia (warning): If you do—

Jason (interrupting): Yes, yes, you'll toss me into the river or whatever.

Talia: I- My word, I wanted to introduce you to Damian because technically you're brothers, yet you aggravated me. Be happy I see you as family regardless of your incorrected ill will toward Bruce. You're the only one I can say is his brother— unlike that…Nightwing.

Talia spat on the ground as if she had poison on her tongue. Jason coughed, wanting to alert Talia that he was actually on good terms with Dick, but her sneering lip displayed her animosity toward the hero.

Talia: Would you like to visit more and spend time with him? I need help raising him until I tell Bruce; my father isn't the best at parenting anymore.

Jason glanced at the baby resting his head against Talia's chest. The baby was cute, and unlike his parents, Jason didn’t have a vendetta or indifference toward him.

Jason: I’ve always wanted a younger brother. You are paying me, so sure, I’ll spend time with him. I can rub that in Bruce's face later.

Talia (raising her eyebrow): Not the healthiest mindset, but okay.

Jason: Oh right, because you're in a position to judge me. The woman who had sex with her ex-husband who hasn't had a stable relationship with a woman since I was a kid and then sired a child due to a broken gas station condom. Priceless!

Jason walked off, leaving Talia alone with her son. She groaned, raising an eyebrow in annoyance, but when she heard her baby yawn, she looked down at him and nuzzled her nose against his cheek.

Talia (softly): I don't care what he or anyone else has to say; you're my baby, and you’re so precious.

End of part 1

Jason's days in the league with baby Damian (pt. 2)

Jason's days in the league with baby Damian (pt. 3)

Part 4

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

mama & papa

[thebrutaliste]

After watching the film, I got the idea/hc that László is someone who is very sensual, in that he expresses a lot of his feelings with physicality. I wanted to explore how he does this in the few dance scenes we see in the movie, and how that must have compounded his sadness when he learns about Erzsébet's condition. I will definitely be writing that meta/hc soon, but I got distracted because I happened to find a screenplay for the movie. From the get go I saw that there were minor differences between what was written and what we saw. While I think the final cut follows or better fulfills the story and spirit of the film, there were some small nuggets that kind of answered some questions/observations I had while watching. The first one involves the forced dancing with Audrey, and why that whole vibe felt so weird (in a good way, not that it was a weak point in the film).

Analysis+spoilers under the cut:

When I initially saw this scene, I (and the person I watched with) felt an immediate 'oh no' when Attila began to insist László dance with Audrey. From what we see of László and Audrey's expressions, they are clearly uncomfortable with the idea! Finally, László gives in to his cousin's insistence and sheepishly begins to dance with Audrey, who comments on his thinness. It's a bit awkward, but soon László seems more at ease, and the air seems to change palpably between László and Audrey, until Attila enters the frame and inserts himself.

My first impression was that, compared to the Overture scene where he's literally impotent, here he is getting reacquainted with sensuality. Since we see him dance quite exuberantly in later scenes (like with Attila in the library, at the party in Carrara), I think it's fair to believe that we are seeing László finally have a chance to indulge in an expression of joy that he has been denied for a very long time. As Attila says, it's like riding a bicycle. The scene seems to end on a lighter note though, with the three of them collapsing over in laughter. CUT to the next scene with Audrey:

As soon as I saw Audrey like this, I assumed something bad had happened with Attila, like he expressed (unwarranted) distrust or jealousy of whatever happened between her and László. Remember that Attila is quick to boast his accomplishments yet still seems to want to impress László (when he asks László's opinion of the store, furniture, and is clearly put off at László's honesty), so this sort of insecure behavior is IMO within the realm of possibility with Attila.

The scene plays out with Audrey suggesting László could do better, and insinuating that the storeroom would be inappropriate for more than one person to live in. I read this as a genuine 'you can do better' encouragement, but my friend read it as hostile 'gtfo.' I think the intent was the latter, but we both agreed that the hostility seemed like a really sudden turn. (I get it, pissing in the tub is very ???? but you just need to establish house rules.)

HOWEVER! The script I found casts this whole scene in a slightly different light! This is one of the two moments I think it does actually change the spirit of the moment. I don't think the movie is worse for not sticking with it, but this is definitely a treat for anyone who wants to do a deep dive into these characters and this interaction.

(Quick note: I don't have any strong feelings of whether the script or the final cut of the film is 'better.' As Harrison would say, I find it all intellectually stimulating.)

This version of the scene includes a line where Attila mentioned to Audrey that László's wife converted to Judaism for him. Based on the long pause we get after Attila explains he converted to Catholicism, I think the guy has a lot of complicated feelings about it. It sounds like it's a potential thorn in the relationship, possibly moreso Attila's internal conflict with assimilating.

This casts Audrey's reticence to dance in a slightly different light - to me, it reads as she is put off by Attila's mention of converting rather than (maybe in addition to) the prospect of having to dance with László. Either would be plausible, BUT THEN the next portion of the script reveals:

WHOA THERE. 'Palpable erotic tension'! Audrey longs for László!! I think that was successfully communicated. Although it felt more one sided from László, there is a brief moment where Audrey's hands come up and rest on László's chest (same girl same), and that's about when Attila reminds them who she's married to. (See last gif in the top set)

With that said, the scene plays out pretty much as scripted, which sets the gears moving for Attila to kick László out. László is the last connection to a heritage Attila has worked very hard to bury, and it's easier to cut László off than examine the whims of the WASP upper class that he caters to (and likely strives to be a part of).

(thanks for coming to my TED Talk; feel free to share your thoughts in RB or notes as I am curious what others think!)spi

[agried]

"uwaa, rinne-kun! thank you thank you thank you... wait, you aren't giving me this just to sneak dinner early, are you?!"

"oi, what kinda guy do you take me for? i just got lucky at the pachinko parlor today. besides, i'll get it all back later if i steal your wallet~"

"gyah! i knew you were planning something!"

happy lunar new year everyone! it's still the 29th in my time zone so i'm not late (lighthearted)

i was lucky enough to join @ensquare-events' spring festival zine, which is finally out! you can download it here, it has some amazing original and multifandom works, and it's all free. i proofread it earlier and i'm so excited for yall to see the fics and art! everyone who took part is super talented

[oppitfs]

Okay, now I'm thinking of a florist itfs au where Mamagumi had a flower shop and when she died, Toji decided to take over the business so he could keep his beloved wife's memory alive. He also remarried Tsumiki's mother because he thought Megumi needed some family structure, even though he didn't love this other woman. But Miki's mother left, which left Toji with two kids and a business to take care of.

Then Meg and Tsumiki grow up and take care of the flower shop with Toji.

Then one day Yuji, who was from Sendai and came to live in Tokyo with UncKuna (who is a surgeon because in my head it makes sense), meets Megs and is so enchanted that he makes the flower shop his favorite place while he adapts to the busy life of the capital.

Oh, and Gojo is Megs and Tsumiki's meddling godfather who is in the story because Toji needs to yell at someone other than his childrens.

Junpei and Yuji are online best friends who finally met, and Nobara is the gossip queen who will smile mischievously at Megumi whenever Yuji shows up.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Do we think color crashed out on himself the first time he did anything similar to what gaster did to him in a frantic attempt to avoid what he perceived as abandonment.

[sophie-jane-silver]

Neil hc:

Neil always has small wounds on his knuckles and fingers. Its really small, like paper cuts, and for some reason there're more cuts when hes upset/after he talked to his father. Todd never worries though. It probably is just paper cuts :)