#and the part where they fell in love accidentally while trying to get their sister and bestie together is hilarious

[martianbugsbunny]

Girlboss x malewife enthusiasts I beg of you not to forget these two:

The classics the icons the legends

[bones4thecats]

Hey! I love your writing and have been wondering what the ror characters (Poseidon, Thor, Adam, Hades, etc really your choice) would react to a blue diamond s/o from Steven Universe. As when they cry everyone else surrounding them cries. And their giant size. Sorry if this isn't the right place to request!

A/N: Hello there, thank you for the compliment. I’ve tried my best in keeping my writing skills the same, yet updated based on the scenario. But, I do hope you like how this turned out! I’ll be using the three Gods you had mentioned, and I’ll be leaving Adam out, but if you want another part written with Humans, just send it in! Now, enjoy~~

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🔱 You were part of the new Pantheon that had made their way into Valhalla, representing different gems that were found throughout the world by your ancient people

🔱 When he first met you, many said you would get along, especially Zeus and Hades

🔱 You sat by the edge of the sea, your towering form scaring away any Gods from speaking to you

🔱 He could feel the sadness radiating off you, and when he felt his vision blur, he reached his hand up and noticed he was crying out of free will

🔱 When you noticed him crying behind you, you gasped and apologized, saying it happened whenever someone was around, and even if they were happy, they’d cry

🔱 It took a while, but after you guys got together and married, it was normal to see your husband and you sitting side-by-side

🔱 To have this make a bit more sense, let’s say you can shrink down to his size

🔱 When you do that to rest, he likes to lay his head on your chest where you blue diamond laid, for some reason it calmed him down

🔱 Poseidon and you both were prominent figures in your pantheons, so being apart constantly was normal, but that didn’t stop you from accidentally making him cry

🔱 The way your merciful nature did come at a halt with how humans had started to get themselves tossed into hell made him fall for you more

“ Yes, look down on them, my teardrop. They are nothing. “

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🌩️ Thor fell for you because of how gentle and caring you could be

🌩️ It was something that he lacked to show, but you seemed to thrive showing

🌩️ You were known for your amazing diplomatic skills used through Gods’ Council meetings, and it could make anyone side with you

🌩️ The power you held made him happily look at you behind a dead-looking facade

🌩 Now, with the size difference, he doesn’t really mind it

🌩️ Normally, he’s the larger one, like this guy’s 7’4, he’s pretty much always taller than someone

🌩️ Thor would look up at you and smile lightly, giving you a kiss on your hand as you squatted down to reach his gaze, since you’d be like 25-100ft

🌩️ But, since you do enjoy shrinking down to do things with your husband, you normally go to around 6’5-7’0 most of the time whenever you’re not working with your sisters

🌩️ He noticed how much you seemed to care about this young male on Earth whom you called ‘Pink Diamond’ and he just smiled to himself as you laid down on his chest, telling stories of him and your sisters

🌩️ His favorite part of being married to you is how much you seemed to care about certain humans, as they were innocent and did no wrong, while you despised others and wished for them to die

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💀 Oh yeah, you and him bonded ever since birth

💀 You guys had been together for centuries, and he knew your sisters very well, they even enjoyed having him around

💀 He witness everything happen year-by-year, how much pressure White Diamond had put on you all, Pink Diamond leaving and ‘dying’, Yellow Diamond trying to push the memories of Pink behind her to be perfect, and you going through many essential crises

💀 Hades watched as you went through every single crisis, struggling at times to manage all of the colonies you and your sisters had

💀 So, being the best husband he could, he made sure to have your top superiority manage it while he took you to Helheim to calm you down

💀 When it came to the crying thing, he doesn’t mind it, seeing other Gods try holding themselves back from crying as you sat there doing nothing was quite funny

💀 And your size? Not a problem

💀 Cerberus loves the hell out of you, your big size and his big size (around 15ft) make a fun mix to play

💀 Seeing you shrink down to share a bed was funny at first, and now when he sees your form shrink he smiles gently and hugs you as you sleep

💀 Like Poseidon, he also likes to lay his head on your chest, but instead of laying his head on the gem in your chest, he likes to run his hands on it and mess with your hair that wrapped around your chest

[sasukesun]

Hi Bella! This isn’t an ask I just felt like ranting a bit (a lot) because I’ve got a lot of Naruto feelings lately! No analysis just speaking from the heart so some of this might be up for interpretation lol but I’m mostly beating a dead horse here because what more can really be said?

The “so misogynistic it’s gay” phrase everyone likes to parrot is a complete disservice to Kishimoto as an author because how do you write Naruto and Sasuke’s dynamic accidentally when it’s essentially the driving force of the story? You don’t. And I don’t think he’s this raging misogynist people paint him as because he doesn’t really treat the other women with as much disrespect compared to S or H. He’s probably as misogynistic as the average male author or person out of willful ignorance but writing unlikeable and two-dimensional women, I would say, does not a misogynist make because not all of the women here are written with the level of contempt, sexism and mockery as these two. For examples: Temari was also strong, had a brash and unsavory personality and was labeled “scary” by Shikamaru but was a protective older sister and not unlikeable to readers. Ino, who also began as a “girl in love”, fell out of her crush with Sasuke and gained some perspective on her ambitions and affirmations after Asuma died (and she wasn’t the one to drop her friendship over a “rivalry” for a boy that didn’t return either of their feelings… I get it, I was once a kid too but Sakura still being just as childish in adulthood in regards to Gaiden? What a joke, anyways). Tsunade, Konan, and Kushina and all of their individual strengths do not revolve around the acknowledgement of men and their appeals. Their respective love’s, while tragic affairs, were openly reciprocated by their love interests and each aspect of their story was treated with some level of care. So at this point, Kishimoto simply didn’t feel like giving the same romantic grace to NH and SS because SNS was the entire point! of the manga!

The fact that the words Sakura and Hinata share of their shallow infatuations in their confessions are ignored or outright rejected (more than once mind you) actually ring true when they are frequently paralleled in text with how Naruto and Sasuke feel towards each other should be all you need to understand that! Because their devotion to another is believable! Their evolving, MUTUAL, bond and attempts at trying to understand each other throughout the course of 698 chapters is it! That’s the romance! It’s romantic as hell trying to grasp the deepest parts of someone, connecting with them in a way no one else is able to because of a shared experience through different circumstances and defending them when all others have turned their backs; protecting them, dying for them, “bearing the burden of their hatred” and proposing a romantic double-suicide where hopefully in the new world they are absolved of societies failures against their current selves and the ties still bind them (because they’re soulmates); not being able to cut a single person down because they’re your “one and only (friend)” and without them you’d finally be alone but you’ve seen and know what’s in each other’s hearts and you know they’ll never leave you and they’ll stand by you even at the cost of their life; having complimentary sun and moon symbols on the hands of the arms they both respectively lose together in a battle concluded by both of them communicating in depth how they view their relationship outside of simple labels. This is the single most important relationship in the manga. It’s impossible to ignore but OH do people try and draw incorrect conclusions about their connection and love for the other (that’s an entirely different rant).

And even if Kishimoto cared enough to spare a crumb of reciprocation from either male party towards their future “love interests/spouses” or even any sense of S or H actually understanding Naruto and Sasuke beyond attraction and personal convictions, that wouldn’t change; and ultimately kishimoto didn’t because he didn’t care to and that’s obviously not the story he was telling. Naruto as a manga revolves around the natural progression of SNS’ individual motives and aspirations laced with their mutual care and interest for the other. Their interpersonal connections with others mirror and influence their love and understanding of each other.

I think it’s a disservice to say Kishimoto can’t write romance simply because he didn’t develop those two “relationships”; like Minakushi is the staple blatant romance of Naruto (besides SNS) and both SS and NH fans constantly want parellel their bond, mimic tropes, or make banal and superficial comparisons of their favs to Kushina (and Mikoto too which screams insecurity here like please free them from the mediocrity, I beg) because they know it’s the epitome of love in regards to Naruto. But the closest comparison to Minakushi, trope wise, in my opinion, is literally SNS! And if either SS or NH fans had a single canon moment (written by Kishimoto) rivaling anything SNS have together they would be screaming romance at the top of their lungs but instead they cry “brothers/friends” to some of the most romantic text I’ve ever read whilst all they’re given by Kishimoto is eye sex(?) + (brotherly) forehead poke of rejection (“better than a kiss”; my ass) and “big strong hands” over my slave cousin’s corpse + silly contrived movie with imagery Naruto and Sasuke had first and both a plethora of cherry-picked panels taken out of context. It’s just embarrassing!

This comes from a place of neutrality for both S and H as characters tbh because I acknowledge they weren’t meant to be anything more than what we got. I just don’t like their fan bases praising fodder caricatures or their reductive ships because they “got the guy in the end” in extremely dysfunctional “canon” (lavender) marriages. If they would just let them be girl failures and pathetic in peace and regard them properly I wouldn’t mind. However, the constant character revisionism is annoying because I know I’m not missing some grand aspect to either woman. And they’re not “mothering” at all lol let’s be serious! They’re two cheeks of the same spoiled ass unfortunately and that’s just how they’re written— you’re not gaining feminism points for appreciating women written through a sexist lens like I’d argue that’s more misogynistic then just outright disliking them. Sorry! Kishimoto is an author, and like all author’s, he writes with intention. He wrote what he wanted to, how he wanted to and focused on what was important which was SNS. Laughably undeveloped or plain unlikeable characters be damned, Sasuke and Naruto were the main act and not the side show.

There are plenty of genre’s to choose from for interesting and developed female characters that aren’t contributing to male (and female, mind you) fantasies but unfortunately Shounen really isn’t one of them because there’s only isolated cases of actual decent representation across the board. But in regards to Kishimoto’s work, S and H got the butt end of the intentionally-poorly-written-stick compared to the other women and there’s no amount of personal head-canons no one legitimately subscribes to or cries of “you’re misinterpreting her character” that are changing that. My mind, and many other’s, has been made up because we see them for what they are and how they’re actually written.

Alrighty! Convoluted, possibly contradictory and very opinionated rant over. If you read this, you’re a real one LOL I hope all is well!!

i don’t think i have much to add, especially since you put it so well. i talked about the “so misogynistic that it’s gay” plenty of times before, and how nonsense and homophobic that take is, how kishimoto foreshadowing a romantic double suicide has anything to do with sakura being badly written? and that’s just one small example. people act like just because naruto and sakura are on the same team as sasuke, they must have the same importance to him, they expected both naruto and sakura to have the same influence over sasuke, but that’s not what’s written from the beginning, i believe the logic is “naruto and sasuke have a deeper relationship than sasuke and sakura, who has no room for development, that’s why they look gay (on accident)” but stopping at it is shallow, it’s not solely about their relationship being meaningful, while ss (or nh) isn’t, it’s about why it’s meaningful, and more importantly, only being meaningful isn’t enough either to be gay, it’s about why is it gay? why it feels gay? why so many people read it and think “that seems romantic”? naruto is a story that establishes some actions as romantic and then shows naruto and sasuke act exactly how it was established towards each other. did i mention anything about how lacking sakura and hinata are to talk about the nature of their relationship? no, because homosexuality is defined by who you’re attracted to, men are gay because they love other men, women are lesbian because they love other women, and it’s homophobic to say “actually, women are lesbians because they don’t love men”, it’s the same logic of telling a lesbian she just hasn’t found the right man yet. “naruto and sasuke love each other” and “naruto and sasuke don’t love hinata and sakura” are two facts that coexist and don’t have influence over one another.

i did mention that people say sakura has no room for development, but i disagree, sakura does have room for it, she has opportunities to be better, but she isn’t, it’s a deliberate choice from kishimoto, he simply doesn’t want sakura to be in the same position as naruto, he doesn’t want her to be important to sasuke, but giving naruto development while sakura remains inconsiderate (which is one of the reasons why sasuke dislikes her) isn’t inherently misogynistic. and even if he did want her (and hinata) to be better, that wouldn’t change how sasuke feels towards naruto and vice versa. and yes, i do agree with you that kishimoto writes sakura’s and hinata’s characters with mockery, as much as he writes ss and nh, but i believe he does that to leave no room for doubts, and yet… 🤦🏻‍♀️ for real, if people are already in deep denial of narusasu with naruto and sasuke being written that way towards each other while ss and nh suck, imagine if their relationship was written the same way but they were at least friendlier towards sakura and hinata (especially in ss’ case here), no amount of gay subtext would be enough to stop the homophobia and heteronormativity, the denial would be worse. but “sns shippers” really think they are allies when they help with this logic, that gayness is accidental and ss/nh only suck because sakura and hinata are women.

and this isn’t me saying there isn’t misogyny in naruto. misogyny in naruto is rin dying for male angst, is konan outdoing obito and not only dying, but being completely forgotten, almost erased from the story, is tsunade showing a fear of blood during her battle against orochimaru just so it weakens her in that moment and that is never mentioned again, is kushina wanting to be hokage and dropping that for no reason so minato could be, is even hinata being written solely for male wanking, but i can’t agree that naruto and sasuke not loving sakura and hinata is it.

5th and 6th paragraphs are very on point as well, emphasising them here because i couldn’t agree more. the double standards people have in relation to narusasu vs ss/nh is ridiculous and plain homophobia and, contrary to sakura/hinata stans try to say to scare people off by using serious issues, disliking sakura and hinata is not anti feminist or whatever, praising badly written female characters will only contribute to more of this kind of writing, so no thank you. i think i’m just repeating my and yourself at this point, but i feel bad to read a rant as big as this and only reply “i agree with everything!” hah.

[gamerbearmira]

Giant siren au, where Antonio isn't part of the family he's a human orphan Pepa found on the beach after the family sunk a ruthless pirate ship that kidnapped him. Pepa was the first and only one to find him before comforting him and assuring him she would never hurt him and that when will keep him safe.

Mirabel was the second siren Antonio met. When mirabel went to check on her tia, she noticed a small little human boy in pepas hands. Mirabel spoke gently to the adorable little boy and introduced herself, Antonio did the same. Then he was introduced to the others who quickly accepted him. Julieta just wanted to cuddle the little thing, Augustine and Felix smiled at the little boy and the young adults/teens just washed him with affection, especially Dolores. Camilo did like the little guy but sometimes trys to make it like he's gonna eat Antonio. ( He would never) Antonio feared him for a while but eventually got used to him.

When Alma heard about it, she was abit concerned. But when she met Antonio, all worries left her mind as all she felt now for Antonio is care and love. Never in her life did she think she would love a human like it was her own baby. ( He is now)

The family grew to love little Antonio, Mirabel always hung out with him and played and gave him older sisterly affection when ever he wanted or when ever she wanted. At first Antonio was still afraid of her but now he sees her as his sister. He would cling on to her face and hug her, swing on her hair and hug her giant fingers. She would pin the boy down and tickle him. She loved Antonio, she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. The family new that humans are very vulnerable. So they will keep Antonio safe. He was their new baby.

Pepa always looked after Antonio like he was her own child. As her love for him grew so did Antonio's love for the family. At one point Antonio was being smothered (gently) in kisses by Pepa as he was laughing hard. As he was trying to escape her fury he accidentally says " Mama stop" as he giggled she stopped and he realized what he said, he felt embarrassed he tried to apologized only to be pressed against her soft cheek as she hugged him and said " My baby" Antonio's eyes were filled with joyfull tears as he hugged her back. Pepa herself was crying softly. Happy that Antonio was now hers. The family grew fond of Antonio that they were sad for him to go. But he didn't have a family or a place to go... until now.

Antonio was now apart of the family and he was happy. So we're the family. Other sirens got to meet the little boy and all loved him. He was proof that not all humans are bad.

One day Antonio was tired from playing Pepa was wide awake. She place him on her chest as he leaned on her and fell asleep the giant siren placed a hand over him for warmth. Antonio says " love you mama" Pepas smiles as her heart melts with love and responds " I love you, Antonio madrigal"

THIS IS SUCH A COOL. AU??? OF AN AU WHATTT <333

This could actually work. I think I mentiomed it before, but giant sirens really like human children, and will care for them, especially if they're found in wreakages or alone. (this also leads to a giant rift in the already rocky relationship between sirens and humans because...sirens have a habit of taking kids off the docks and beaches.)

The family would totally love him <333 Especially Pepa and Felíx. Antonio actually gets really attached to the family too, really fast. They’re the first time he’s felt like he’s belonged somewhere. And the Madrigals love him dearly. It wasn’t a surprise to the others when they found Pepa doting on him and. Well, crying. Meanwhile Antonio was asleep.

Antonio probably can swim underwater for a long time, not only can he hold his breath but he can see pockets of air and uses those to breath lmao

[manofmanymons]

Can i give you an excuse to talk more about takuma x kaito? They are just so precious to me. It's one of my favourite digimon pairing ever.

Beloved anon, you have opened the biggest can of worms I even have to open. You know not what you have unleashed. That being said, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna start with a couple small silly hc’s I have about them, then we’re gonna work our way up to the things I have entirely too much to say about.

Also please know that my genuine reaction to finishing this ask and getting ready to post this was:

The sillies

They get in “I insist” wars sometimes, by which I mean they both always want to be the one to do things for the other. “Likes to take care of people” bf x “self worth based largely on his usefulness” bf. The end result is them just sneakingly doing chores for each other. In Takuma’s case, I like to think it’s bc that’s how his mom shows affection, and he totally gets it from her. With Kaito, it would start out as a “feels like he has to earn Takuma’s love because he doesn’t think he deserves it” thing but eventually turn into a “just really likes making Takuma smile” thing.

They stare at each other a lot. Takuma always does it on accident and usually for one of two reasons. Reason #1: he just likes looking at Kaito. Call him sappy, but he thinks his bf is very handsome and he likes looking at him. Reason #2: he’s trying to gauge what kind of mood Kaito is in before approaching him and completely accidentally stares at him for way too long. At first it creeps Kaito out a little and he’ll ask “the hell’re you looking at me like that for?” Eventually, though, he gets used to it and will pretend he doesn’t notice. Kaito does it on purpose whenever he wants attention but is too embarrassed to ask for it. Literally just glares at Takuma until he notices.

I don’t see either of them as the jealous type, but I do see both of them as the overprotective type. Someone looks at Takuma wrong and Kaito already wants them dead. Takuma gets very defensive if anyone other than Miu or Dracmon insinuates that anything is wrong with Kaito and WILL argue about it.

They’re both the kinda boys to ask “can I kiss you?” change my mind.

Neither of them have ever really done this whole dating thing before. Takuma has had a few girlfriends, but in the very elementary/middle school sense of basically just being friends who hold hands sometimes and get teased by their friends at recess—never in the “I am actually in love with this person” way. Kaito 100% one of those kids who always thought romance was stupid and made fun of other people for caring about it. Probably thought he was so cool for it, too. He didn’t even know he was capable of having a crush until Takuma happened. He’s mildly distressed at first that apparently everyone Takuma has ever liked before him has been a soft spoken, cute girl, but he gets over it eventually.

My dog just sat down directly on my face and I can’t see shit why did I let him onto my bed with me oh my god get him off of me HELP.

There was a time where Takuma was afraid to hug or even really touch Kaito at all in public because he was worried Kaito would hate it. Now he knows he can get away with it and is a menace. #1 hobby: making the bf blush and pout at him.

Takuma texting Miu for advice about what Kaito likes vs. Kaito texting Minoru to ask what Takuma likes. Miu and Minoru hate this but go along with it because unfortunately they love those idiots and want them to be happy. Technically Minoru promised he wouldn’t tell any of their mutual friends about Kaito being a sappy dork, but he never said anything about not telling Kaito’s sister.

Long thoughts

I think I said it before, but now I’m going to elaborate. You know the whole "fell first/fell harder" thing? Well I think Takuma fell first (but didn’t notice) while Kaito fell harder. Takuma knowing Kaito for like five minutes and already deciding he really likes this boy for some reason. They get through part 3 and now he really *really* likes this boy, but he mostly chalks it up to "I'm just happy he's here bc it means we are not all dead." Of course he's gonna kinda admire someone like that and want to get to know them better. And if he starts finding him cute and purposely seeking him out when he's nervous, well, that's just guy stuff.

vs. Kaito who’s stuck with this weird dude who won't stop staring at him and asking too many invasive questions, but he tolerates it because he's gonna need help to protect Miu and also not die. Except the more time goes by, the more this weird dude keeps being really nice to him, which is perhaps the weirdest thing of all. And he even seems to genuinely care about Miu and okay that's new. THEN he starts acting like how Kaito feels about things actually matters, and it kinda feels like a trap, but it isn't. And okay, yeah, maybe having someone pay so much attention to him is Not Terrible. Maybe being honest with someone other than his partner (who kinda has to like him) without being afraid of how they'll react is also Not Terrible. Maybe it's a little confusing why being around someone he trusts would keep making him feel nauseous and like the room is on fire, but maybe, for some weird reason, that's Not Terrible either. Maybe all of those things are even...nice. And if he thinks that perhaps he'd do anything to get this weird, annoying, invasive boy home safely, well, it's not...NOT because he loves him.

ALSO said before but would like to elaborate: I just love the idea of Kaito getting along really well with Takuma’s mom. First adult to not treat him like he’s crazy for getting stressed out over completely reasonable things like “my 11 year old sister is out past sunset and not answering the phone.” It’s kind of a nightmare for Takuma because his mother LOVES to tell the most embarrassing stories about when he was a kid that he was planning on taking to the grave, but it’s also kind of wonderful that his favorite people like each other so much. Plus, if being a little embarrassed is the price he has to pay for hearing Kaito laugh, it’s worth it.

Takuma’s mom to me has big islander mom energy, like she would instantly decide that Kaito is her child now after knowing him for two seconds. One time when Takuma was like 4 he accidentally killed a goldfish and now his mother does not trust him to keep anything alive. That being said, if Kaito gets sick or injured, Takuma’s mom will insist on taking care of him bc she doesn’t think Takuma can do it lol.

They ALSO get in the “I insist” wars tho lol like Kaito will try to help with the dishes and she’ll be like “nonsense, I’m the host, you just make yourself at home” but then Kaito will counter with “if I was at home, I would do the dishes.” It’s a battle of sheer stubbornness that either of them will win on any given day.

…Takuma reading that people tend to look for partners that are similar to their parents and at first going “pff yeah right” but then seeing that happen and going “oh no.”

And for my last thing I could talk a lot about…I dunno if I’ve ever just talked about why I ship it.

First and foremost, and I just really love their friendship. I mean, yeah, like everyone else who’s played this game, of COURSE I noticed that Kaito is constantly blushing while talking to Takuma, but that’s not really why I like seeing them together. I like how quickly Takuma catches on to the fact that Kaito’s a lot nicer than he pretends to be. I like how he notices that Kaito is a perfectly calm and rational person when it comes to anything NOT involving Miu. I like how happy it makes Dracmon that someone understands his partner so well. I like that the correct dialogue option for Kaito is pretty much always just to be straightforward and honest with him. I feel like it sets up a really lovely dynamic between the two of them where Takuma knows he can always be honest with Kaito, and Kaito can trust Takuma enough to take what he says at face value. Especially love it in the scene where Takuma is nervous, and if you pick the option to hide it, Kaito will get annoyed at him for wasting time standing around talking; but if you pick the option to tell the truth, Kaito will soften up and try to help him. I like how patient Takuma is with Kaito and how he never snaps at him even when Kaito’s being a little unreasonable or isn’t articulating what he actually means very well. I like how, for all his trust issues, Kaito straight up tells Takuma that he thinks of him as the group’s leader and depends on him. I think Takuma’s comment that hearing that makes him happy is super cute. Kaito insisting Takuma is wrong when he’s accused of secretly wanting to protect everyone, not just Miu, in early game vs him finally admitting it to Takuma late in the game. They’re just so comfortable with each other in a way that I find very endearing. Especially knowing everything Kaito’s been through, it makes me so happy that there’s someone he trusts so much and who is genuinely unconditionally kind to him. They’re so supportive of each other, and I am fully willing to believe that they really do love each other as friends.

THEN getting into the shippy parts. Still not emotionally over Takuma literally thinking that Kaito is cute. Still never letting go of him purposely complimenting Kaito for no reason just to see him flustered. Never letting them live down talking about how good friends they are and then REVERSE no-homoing the moment by explicitly saying they DON’T think of each other like brothers. What the hell WAS that? WHAT THE HELL WAS UP WITH KAITO FREAKING TF OUT WHEN TAKUMA SAID HE WAS HAPPY THEY MET ONLY TO CALM DOWN AND THEN GENTLY SMILE AND SAY “I guess it ain’t so bad if you’re the one saying it…Maybe.” WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT? I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. WHAT WAS UP WITH MIU’S REACTION TO KAITO STRAIGHT UP TRYNA TO MURDER TAKUMA THAT ONE TIME? GOING “AWWWW” AND SAYING IT LOOKS LIKE KAITO WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH TAKUMA INSTEAD OF BEING LIKE “BRO CALM TF DOWN.” PERSON WHO KNOWS HIM BEST IN THE WORLD SAYING THEY GET ALONG WELL AND IT LOOKS LIKE LAKFDJADFKJA;DLKFJALDKJA. The way Takuma looks and sounds so excited to see Kaito again in part 3 is literally the reason I accused him of falling first like he did not have to be THAT happy. PLUS THAT TIME IN PART 4 WHERE HE STARES AT KAITO’S FACE FOR SO LONG THAT KAITO NOTICES LMAO? GAYASS. His stupid little ^_^ after Kaito gets embarrassed in that scene too jfc you are NOT beating the allegations, Takuma. And okay time to circle back around to the blushy thing. If it was JUST the occasional .////. I wouldn’t read too deep into it because he literally also makes that face when Dracmon and Miu are nice to him, so I think Kaito just legitimately doesn’t know how to respond to affection. But it is CONSTANT and ALSO I think it’s sus that Dracmon always points it out. Like his partner KNOWS he’s gay panicking and is purposely drawing attention to it as a way of getting Takuma to notice that “hey this loser REALLY likes you.” I mean seriously WHY else go out of the way to point it out every single time. Also the stuttering. Why are you, as a serious, no nonsense, tough guy, stuttering so much when a cute boy is nice to you? You thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did.

They're honestly the most disgustingly fluffy corny schoolgirl-with-a-crush type ship I've ever shipped. I hate them so much.

Just,,,gay boy in a small town where he can't be himself falling for a boy who is so very kind to him. Not expecting to ever be loved back bc people never like him, much less love him. Trying to hide his affection so he doesn't get hurt, but always wearing his heart on his sleeve no matter how much he tries to pretend he isn't. Somehow against all perceived odds actually in fact being loved back. Struggling to comprehend that someone not only loves him, not only wants him, but even enjoys taking care of him without expecting anything back.

Anyways here are some memes and cats that remind me of them:

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: Elriel Rating: E Tags: Canon Divergence - ACOMAF, Accidental Courtship, Secret Marriage, Human/Fae Relationship, Smut, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending Word Count: 8.5k Summary: After learning of her younger sister's fate Under the Mountain, Elain Archeron struggled to envision her future as the lady of the Nolan estate. Sometimes, when she woke in the night and the iron band of her engagement ring was cold as ice on her finger, she knew only dread. She had no such trouble with the fearsome Fae male who made a habit of checking on her every day. It might have been some trick, a faerie enchantment or thrall, but falling in love with him was the easiest thing she ever did.

Title art by @krem-does-stuff, commissioned by @ultadverb for Visions of You.

Read the latest chapter on AO3 now! Snippet below the cut.

Elain’s heartbeat was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. 

Beneath her knees, the rug was plush, tickling and teasing every inch of oversensitive skin it touched, and her thighs were already slick with her desire, the space between them aching, hollow and unfulfilled.

Her mouth watered. Her entire body was strung taut with so much anticipation that she thought she might lose her mind before she got her first taste of Azriel.

My husband, she thought with a thrill.

She had never done anything like this before. Last year, when Nesta finally had enough money to start buying books again, Elain had snuck a few off of her sister’s secret shelf to amuse herself. She hadn’t expected to receive a tawdry education as her reward for doing so; several times she had been so shocked by what she read that she had thought the heat of her blush might melt her from inside.

In the end, she found her romantic heart too strong to deny, and she had devoured every smutty, filthy book she could get her hands on.

It took months to admit to what she knew, though, but eventually, not long after she had lost her maidenhead, she finally mustered up the nerve to mention those stories to Graysen. With painful, humiliating clarity, she could remember the way his expression went hungry for all of a second before twisting into disgust. The kindness in his eyes vanished in an instant, his voice thick with judgment as he demanded to know where she could have gotten such a beastly idea. 

She hadn’t been able to tell him. Throat-tightening embarrassment had scorched away any arousal Elain felt at the thought of touching him that way. When Graysen swore he would never make his lady lower herself by performing such base acts, she had quickly found a reason to excuse herself and return home to nurse the small wound of that rejection. 

Although shame had followed her home and disappointment had squeezed her heart for a few moments that night when she tucked the stolen books back onto Nesta’s shelf, it was relief that colored that memory most now. The heroines in those books made pleasuring their men seem so essential, but she couldn’t bring herself to imagine how awkward the whole affair would be if her mouth was occupied while Graysen huffed and heaved above her.

But then… Azriel had walked out of the shadows and into her thoughts. Azriel, who had far surpassed the men in those books with the way he was near-obsessive about pleasuring her. Who tasted her until she cried out his name and shamelessly rode out climax after climax on his mouth. 

Azriel, whose eyes always blazed with desire and male pride between her legs when she had to beg him to take mercy on her and stop. 

And now that she had decided to turn the tables, he didn’t try to get her off of her knees. His mouth didn’t flatten into a thin line, and his brows didn’t furrow. 

No. His lips were parted, his tongue sweeping away the glistening remnants of their kisses, and not a single rebuke or foul name fell from them. When she looked up at him, he met her gaze with nothing but stunned, covetous approval…

[meraki24601]

Angels and Demons Part 1

@sublimepainterwitch thanks! I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to writing for you guys. I hope you know I got your comment seconds before I fell asleep and then had a dream about it. I get the feeling this could become a longer series if you want more of it based on how many words I accidentally threw in this first part.

Either way, I always love getting prompts from you, friend! Hope you enjoy!

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It had only been around 50 years since the first of us were born. Mutants. Evil creatures, they called us, as if we could control being born with a pair of wings or horns and a tail. 

They called us Angels and Demons. Over the years, as our numbers grew, we accepted our roles. Demons were cast out and abandoned to live hellish lives. Demons hated the humans and the Angels. The Angels were given respect but feared by all. Angels hunted Demons and killed humans they didn't like. 

When I was born, they had learned that abandoning newborn Demons only infuriated the survivors. My mother had been one of the few to agree to hold their cursed offspring while waiting for the collectors to arrive. My tail wrapped around her hand as she sobbed over the child she would never have. I still have a bend in my tail from where the doctors broke it, trying to pull me away.

My guardian named me Emery. He taught me to survive, to use my thorn vines to protect myself and the other Demons in our settlement. He never told me his name. The others in the settlement seemed afraid to say it. Every day, when he hadn’t been called out to fight the Angels or humans who wanted to experiment on us, we trained. The days passed, and I grew older and stronger. I took my guardian’s place as the head warrior of the settlement the day he died. 

One day, I was given my own child to teach and watch over. Mitra grew quickly, strong, and agile from the power gifted by her mother when the human allowed the child to be placed on her chest. She died protecting the settlement from human kidnappers while I was fighting a battle alongside a sister settlement 40 miles away. 

As time passed, the number of Angel vs Demon attacks slowed. Both sides were too focused on the humans to worry about each other. Newborns were collected already dead. The kidnappings increased. They created weapons equal to Demon vines and Angel blades. I forbade anyone from my settlement from leaving the walls in groups of less than 4. 

By the time our spies found the location of the lab and prison in our area, our sister settlement had been wiped out. Those of them who had survived to join us begged for vengeance. With the advice of the council and our army backing me, we attacked. 

Our spies had been well trained. The humans were unprepared as Demons descended. We killed and tore and rampaged through the labs, freeing those who had somehow survived the cruel experiments. I closed the eyes of a small demon child who hadn’t been given a name yet before leaving the cold cell and setting off down the next hallway. 

If I thought the child’s cell was cold, this hall was a blizzard. So brightly lit it hurt my eyes. The first room ended up covered in blood as I used my vines to tear apart a human scientist weeping inside. The next was empty, but the third… 

The Angel was strapped to the table like an insect on display. She couldn’t have been more than 10 years old. Her wings staked to the table below, were bloody and missing feathers. What made my stomach roll was the oversized pair of Demon horns stitched to her head.

“Please, let me rest. I’ll do your experiments, but I’m just so tired. Don’t hurt my brother. I promise I’ll do it. Please. Please, let me sleep for just a little bit.” The girl’s voice was weak, so soft and scared my tail twitched uncontrollably. 

She whimpered, eyes clenched tightly closed, as my fingers brushed carefully over the hem of the scrubs covering her torso. They had given her horns, but what about?

As the shirt slid up her back, a jagged tail unwrapped itself from where it had been squeezing around the girl’s waist in a comforting manner and struck at my face. I only just managed to dodge the serrated edge of the tip. It wrapped back around the girl just as quickly as it had attacked. 

“I’m sorry!” The girl wailed, struggling against her bindings. “I’m sorry. I can’t control it! Please forgive me. Don’t hurt my brother. I didn’t mean to.”

Despite the girl’s movements and the writhing, protective tail, I could see the stitches where the humans had attached it. Some had ripped and were bleeding. It wasn’t uncommon for young Demons to tear their tails in a similar manner until they built up strength and control. 

Curious, I scruffed the child like a mother cat holding her baby. Something that would similarly render a Demon, not an Angel, weak and unable to move. The girl stilled, even her wings halting the horrifying tearing movement against the spikes impaling them. It seemed the humans had succeeded in creating a true crossbreed. 

I released my hold and shifted around the table so the shaking child could see my face. She took in my horns, and new tears began to flow. “You’re a Demon? Are you here to kill me?” 

“No. Not this time, little crossbreed. It seems you’re a Demon, too, aren’t you?” I pushed the child’s hair out of her face so she could see better.

“I’m an Angel. Kyo was a Demon. They took her apart, and they… they…” With strength most adults could only dream of, I watched the small child physically shake off her train of thought before glaring up at me. “I don’t know if she’s still alive, but they kept Kyo’s sister in a cell on the second floor. Please save her if you can. And, and you can do whatever you want with me, just please, don’t kill my brother. Let him tell our mother what happened to me. Please, Demon, let him go.”

I tapped the button on my communicator. “Attention. The humans succeeded in capturing both Demons and Angels. Any survivors of either kind are to be released unharmed. Only kill the Angels if they attack first.”

If possible, the girl collapsed even heavier onto the table. “Thank you. Thank you. I, uh, there are knives in the cabinets over there. The humans used them. Can you. Can you give Kyo’s parents her tail and horns back?”

What cruel hell had they put this child through? I shook my head but didn’t respond otherwise. With carefully telegraphed movements, I felt along the child’s sides, feeling if they had left her with any ribs. 

An Angel’s ribs were their blades. Each rib could be removed by the Angel and transformed into a sort of knife more deadly than any human tool. With each rib removed, the Angel gained strength for a time, but before long, the strength would wain, and if all were removed, the Angel would be left weak and helpless. Removed ribs grew back within two days, depending on the size and strength of the Angel. The only one who could remove an Angel’s ribs without extreme surgery was the Angel themselves. 

With the exception of the heart rib that was still growing, not a single rib remained in the girl’s body. “Do you know what they did with your blades?”

“They’re in the jar over there. They liked me to see when they decay into dust.” As she said, a large jar sat on the counter, shoved to the back. Three small blades stood inside, proudly gleaming amidst the dust that half-filled the jar. 

I sighed, “May I touch your blades? I think they might be our best bet at cutting these bindings without cutting you.”

“You’re asking me if it’s okay?” The small hybrid’s eyes began to fill with tears again. “Please, get me out of here.”

With careful reverence, I lifted the jar and moved it closer to the girl. Her eyes watched closely as I removed one of the blades and placed it in her hand as a small comfort, then pulled out a second and began to cut away the straps holding her prisoner. It probably would have been wiser to remove the stakes in her wings first to minimize her struggling, but the girl proved her strength. She screamed and sobbed as her left wing was freed but remained completely still. 

I gave her a moment to recover before moving on to the right wing. We didn’t have long; the sounds of fighting were drawing closer, but she deserved as much time as I could give her. My hand had just wrapped around the remaining stake when the door blew off its hinges. 

A rush of wind filled the room, and my body was slammed against the wall behind me. The sharp chill of an Angel blade pressed to my throat made me laugh. “I assume this is the brother?”

“Onyx, stop! Don’t…” The girl cried, but the blade only pressed harder. 

“Stay away from my sister, you Demon scum.” Onyx’s voice matched his name and his black blades. Dark and dangerous. 

My vines wrapped around the weakened Angel’s throat, peeling him off me and shoving him to the ground before he could attack again. “Sit, boy. I’m only here to help.”

Part 2

[angst-fairygodmother]

I petition for a jealous samwise gamgee x reader fic. I've requested this before but I don't know what happened to it. I love you and your work sincerely hope a fun time writing for you. Goodluck godbless

A/N: Hello lovely, you are absolutely right that you requested this quite some time ago. I lost it in the shuffle of things (rip my accidentally deleted wip list) and it completely slipped my mind! I hope you will forgive me, and enjoy :) Word Count: 2255 Rating: G - flirting, jealousy, alcohol

Samwise Gamgee was the sort to drive girls mad. He was sweet, in a bumbling sort of way, always ready with a shy smile or a stumbled verse, and gentle, and steady. He knew the value of an honest day's work, and he was always there to support his friends, figuratively or, after a long night at the Green Dragon, literally, making sure they made it safely to bed and had water and a soothing herbal tea ready when they woke with a horrible hangover. 

Though you weren't as close with him as Master Frodo Baggins (no one in all the Shire was) you were lucky enough to count yourself among Sam's dearest friends, and had been all your life on account of your father's sister being thick as thieves with the Gaffer's late wife, Sam's dear mother. And you would be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter like a dove when his soft blue eyes turned on you, not staring exactly but making it clear that he was listening with undivided attention. But you knew his own lay with pretty, sweet, golden-curled Rosie Cotton, another one of your dear friends, and never desired to interfere, placing both their happiness above your own.

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You giggled, bringing a hand to your mouth to hide your smile as a younger Bracegirdles — of Hardbottle, as opposed to some lesser Bracegirdle cousin that might be out there in theory somewhere — whispered a joke into your ear, ostensibly in order to be heard over the noise of the crowd’s singing and the band in the corner, but you were pretty sure it was in part to try to make you blush. They had been rather attentive to you in the past few weeks, and though you had no real interest in courting them, you welcomed the attention, it was nice to feel wanted after all.

Even if, you thought bitterly, it wasn’t by the person you would have hoped. Your eyes fell to him in the crowd, sitting in a corner and nursing a drink while Frodo and his cousin Pippin Took and their friend Merry all swayed and sang along to the music, cajoling Sam to join in. He looked miserable, frowning at his drink as if he thought to find the Gaffer’s fertilizer floating in it, and your heart ached to go to him and try to put a smile on his face. But you were not Rosie, who wasn’t working tonight (which you were sure was the cause of his obvious foul mood), so you stood no more chance than the lads did.

When your proffered paramour suggested they go to get you a second ale, you heartily agreed, despite having not finished the first, if only to get a moment’s peace from their attentions. You couldn’t help a sigh of relief as they swaggered off, which quickly turned to a gasp of surprise when a new hobbit appeared at your elbow.

“Oh! Sam!” you said, reflexively pressing a hand to your chest as if to hold in your racing heart, “I didn’t see you there.” 

“You and Leopold are looking awfully chummy,” he said glumly in place of a greeting.

You frowned, eyebrows dipping low. You hadn’t even remembered his first name until that moment. But he was right that you had been taking the affection where you could, even if it really meant nothing to you and you wouldn’t think on it again once you were home safely in your family’s hobbit hole for the night, and you worried for a moment that you might be giving the wrong idea.

“He’s quite nice, for a Bracegirdle,” you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “There’s nothing wrong with getting to know him better, is there?”

“Getting to know him better?” Sam scoffed, sounding almost angry with the prospect, and making your puzzled feeling sink further in. “The way he was hanging on you, have you set a wedding date yet?”

“Excuse me?” Now you were getting upset, and set your drink down heavily on the table so that you could turn to Sam more fully, hands planted on your hips. 

“I’m just saying, as it were, that you were a lot more chummy with him than most people.” Even in the smoky taproom you could tell that his cheeks were reddening and he stumbled over his words. “It was practically flirting. Ain’t nothing wrong with it, but that it’s fast. I’ve never seen you talking to him before, and…and…” he trailed off.

“And what, Sam?” you demanded, feeling your own anger and embarrassment heating at the back of your neck. “You’re not my father, and it’s hardly any of your business who I might be talking to, especially when your attention is so focused elsewhere. How do you know it’s my first time talking to Leonard, when you’re always distracted moon-eying after Rosie?”

“Leopold,” the hobbit in question said suddenly, stepping between you and Sam to place the drinks on the table, and then withdrawing, a dejected expression marring his features that had been so lively earlier. You knew you should feel guiltier, but you were distracted by your own indignation, and the strange way that Sam was looking at you. 

“I…” Sam stared open-mouthed at you for a moment longer before turning and fleeing, back to the safety of his friends in the corner and leaving you alone and humiliated. 

With a groan and a roll of your eyes, you drained your first tankard and left the second on the table, walking out of the Green Dragon in the hopes that the cool evening would soothe your temper.

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You didn’t see Sam for several days after that, though you did occasionally catch glimpses of Merry and Pippin, usually looking over at you and then ducking their heads together conspiratorially and giggling. It felt odd, being in this unspoken fight with your best friend, but your pride stopped you from being the first to apologize. After all, you hadn’t done anything wrong but try to move on from the unrequited love you felt for him. 

As the sun began to set and the spring evening air grew chilly, you set down your sewing and sighed, placing your face in your hands to scrub away the tiredness. Soon you would have to move inside and light a candle if you were going to continue working, and the prospect felt miserable, another night spent alone. 

Suddenly, you felt your basket snatched away from where it sat by your feet, and looked up just in time to see someone — you didn’t want to accuse or assume, but at least one of them was finely dressed for being a hobbit, and his dark hair was wild in a way that only Frodo’s could be described as — disappear around the corner of the lane with your things. With a cry of outrage and surprise, you stood quickly, gathering your skirts at your hip, not caring that your bloomers showed since there was no one around, and chased after them. 

The lanes were empty and it shocked you how refreshing it felt to simply race along them, the cool evening air kissing your cheeks and toying with your hair. Your eyes didn’t ache from squinting at stitches, your hands didn’t ache from where the needle slipped, and most importantly, your heart didn’t ache for all the love you thought you lost. 

And then the ache you felt was much more real as you crashed headlong into someone else. 

“Woah, careful,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you, and unintentionally drawing your faces close. “Are you alright?”

Your cheeks heated rapidly as you stared into those concerned blue eyes, and words failed you for a moment.

“Oh, hi Sam. Sorry. I was just–” you realized that you were still holding your skirts, bloomers exposed for all the world, and more importantly him, to see. Your face felt like it was on fire as you dropped the gathered cloth and stumbled back to smooth it down, the motion catching his attention and causing his ears and cheeks to turn pink. 

“What’s got you in such a hurry?” he smiled shyly at you, though the rest of his face remained puzzled and you had to fight back a laugh at his endearing expression. 

“Someone thought tonight was a good night for pranks, so I’m trying to get my sewing back. I didn’t mean to bump into you…”

“Oh, how odd. My gardening gloves also grew legs. But I figured they’d get bored eventually. Yours went a bit farther though, I don’t blame you for running.”

As you spoke, you heard giggling from around the corner that confirmed your earlier suspicions of the three culprits. But instead of being angry, you couldn’t help being grateful. This conversation, stilted though it was, felt so much better than the days of silence, enough that you were ready to swallow your pride to make sure it continued.

“Listen, Sam,” you found yourself unable to look at him, instead studying the rocks on the path between you while you spoke. “About the other day…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assured you, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad…”

“Why…why did you?” your voice was soft, hesitant. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No.” Your heart raced like a bird beating against your chest, trying to escape your ribcage. You knew what you wanted the answer to be, but it almost felt like too much to hope. 

“I…well I was jealous…of Leopold.” His cheeks were as red as the Gaffer’s prize tomatoes and you felt your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what? Why would you ever be…?”

“The way he was making you laugh, and how light and happy and beautiful you were. I wanted to be the one doing that.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did. You’ve been my best friend for our whole lives.”

“Oh.” Of course that was what it was. You felt your heart sink. Sam had always felt strongly for all of the people in his life, it was one of his best features, and so seeing you having fun with someone else, especially while he was miserably longing for Rosie instead would hurt him. Of course. 

“And then when you said something about Rosie, I got so angry.” He bit his lip and then rushed to add. “At myself of course, not at you. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. And then, I guess I was embarrassed.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“Well it’s just…there I was getting jealous and upset when I had never said anything, and given you all the wrong ideas, and I had no right to that, and I felt foolish, and didn’t know how to fix it.” 

“Wrong ideas? Said anything? Sam, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to confess that you’re in love with me. But surely that’s not the case, so I must be missing something, and need you to be clearer.” Your laugh as you spoke was high and forced, but it was all you could do.

Sam sighed and shook his head, stepping close and raising a hand to try and cradle the back of your head. You startled, stumbling back from him, eyes wide and heart racing even faster if that was possible.

“What are you doing Sam?”

“Will you just trust me for a second?”

“I always trust you,” you said earnestly, relaxing as he reached again to touch you. 

A breath later, his lips were brushing yours, and one of his hands was cradling the back of your neck, fingertips in your hair, and his other hand was holding yours. Your skin lit up, feeling like a thousand of Gandalf’s fireworks were sparking where Sam touched you.

“Oh.” You breathed when he pulled away, all too soon. 

“Now do you understand? I love you, I’ve always loved you.” 

“But what about Rosie…?” you wanted to kick yourself, but your mind hadn’t quite caught up to the rest of reality, so it tumbled out. 

Thankfully, he laughed, the sound bright and beautiful and making your poor heart do a flip. “Rosie’s just a friend. Didn’t it ever occur to you that every time I was looking in her direction ‘moon-eyed’ it was because you were right beside her?”

It hadn’t.

“Oh Sam, I’m sorry. I never thought…I mean I wished but…” you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you smiled at him. When he smiled back just as bright, the world felt clearer and sharper than it had in a long time. “I love you too. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t be. We were both fools, and it’s past now. We can make up for the time, if you’ll let me court you?”

“I would like nothing more.” You threaded your fingers with his, stepping close in the hopes of kissing him again.

But alas, it didn’t come, the moment interrupted by whoops of delight as Pippin, Merry, and Frodo, and to your shock Rosie herself, all burst from the bushes where they’d been hiding with your purloined things. You couldn’t help but laugh as they threw their arms around you and Sam in a messy group hug before tugging you both down the road toward the Green Dragon for a celebratory drink.  Kissing and courting would have to wait, but at least, with your hand in his, you knew that it wouldn’t be only in your dreams.

[fernsplaysthings]

Just Space Mermaid Princess things.

Obviously the baby of the Peg’asi siblings, Delphie grew up knowing a couple of things were certain:

- She was royalty and thus would never get to experience certain things that regular people sometimes would (eg. romance, freedom of choice etc.)

- And one day she would be married off as part of some negotiation or agreement and would be expected to bear children.

She didn’t really mind either of these things because she didn’t really know any different. Playing at the idea of romance and adventure was all well and good but she would never give up the safety and security of the palace. She was well-fed, well-educated, and never wanted for anything, and she knew that most people could never say the same.

In short she was grateful for what she had.

In turn for living such a lavish lifestyle she believed she needed to be the best royal child possible so she could eventually make it up to her people by being a good leader in one way or other. Chances were high that she’d inevitably be married off to a King, Prince or equivalent from some other planet. From that position she’d need to be a good ear, a trusted advisor and confidant to her husband, a real source of power for the thone she’d married onto.

So she spent her whole childhood studying, listening, watching, over time becoming more serious. More dedicated to her role, but denying herself.

She’d never experienced a crush or the first butterflies of love because she’d crush the idea before it evolved. She never took lovers or fooled around because it was an unnecessary distraction. She knew about intimacy and sex through her older siblings, because they never seemed as focused as her, and in the reproductive sense because that was part of her job, but she never sought it for herself.

And then Vexx showed up.

Delphie was slowly, slowly shown little things she could’ve had if she let herself unwind. They never got too deep into their almost-romance, tangled fingers when no one could see and kisses that lingered a little too long on her hand, but everything fell to shit before she could decide if it was worth risking her poisition for a shot at love.

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All the Andromeda crew saw was a serious, sharp young woman when she finally showed her face around the ship. Quick to stand up for herself, witty and excellent with words, clearly conflicted about why she felt the need to be so...walled up.

Of course on seeing ‘serious, sharp witted, walled up’ Damon is there to toy with her, split open the walls with aggressive flirting, get a rise out of her.

Unfortunately she goes along with it really well, much to his surprise. And that gives him some fresh meat with some substance to play with.

Not that Delphie can remember why she feels like she’s just plunged into the deep end and is desperately trying to navigate the exhileration and nerves when it comes to relationships like this.

When she finally does remember, well, it’s a bit late. Family’s dead, she’s been betrayed, and now she’s accidentally caught feelings for the asshole that suggested they sell her out.

Fair.

She spends a bit of time being conflicted about ‘abandoning’ her princessly duties but none of this was what she expected anyway. Maybe as well roll with it.

After seeing Cursa and Orion she very deliberately decides to abandon her Princessly duties because who has royalty actually helped anyway? Even if she was a really good ruler, a really good leader, a really good wife...would that be enough?

She thinks she wants to float about in space forever, from place to place, like she has the past while. It isn’t until Tilaarin where she realises that she actually just wants to be wherever Damon is because this dumbass is might be in love. Plus ‘taking back her crown’ seems like bullshit, even if she‘s happy her sister is alive.

[sevicia]

I woke up and immediately felt like ranting hello my beauties 🥂

I've been in and out of sleep today & at some point I woke up because my sister was telling me to check Whatsapp so I could go and try to fix up our grandma's TV. so I checked thinking my mom like, asked Me specifically, but her text was directed at both of us and I was so confused I fucked up and asked my sister why she wouldn't go and her immediate response was "because I don't want to", and I was so tired I accidentally fell back asleep and just now got back from helping her fix the TV where my only role was to hold it up from one side and while I was like, trying to grab it for her she repeated "from the bottom. from the BOTTOM." which I was trying to do but couldn't cause of her hand and it turned out all right eventually but I still don't know how I should've gone about holding it to get it right ?

I also clear and set the table for lunch everyday even though it's her chore and she tells me to do it because she's the one who cooks, but it just means All she does chore-wise is cook and maybe do her part of the dishes while I clean the table, clean the counters, hang up the laundry, put away the clean dishes and maybe do my part of the dishes.

plus when we're having lunch and I get distracted in the middle of eating by looking at my phone or smth she just tells me "EAT ALREADY" and I get why she does it so I can't really complain but it does make me feel bad for some reason. when I don't finish all my food she tells me I'm way too picky and when I don't wanna try new foods, or re-try ones I KNOW I don't like (which she loves to try and force me to try again for some reason???) she calls me childish and stupid.

so it's like, in General I end up doing the stuff she doesn't want to do except for when my mom's home and she intervenes because it turns out I AM five years old after all.

and I know I'm fucking stupid for saying yes to basically everything she asks me to do but I'm just so terrified of her being mad at me at any capacity or her hating me again and being really mean to me again because it was horrible to be insulted and made fun of every single day inside my own house and now I am still being insulted just way less often (and now she just calls me stupid, not other things) and she still makes fun of me a lot but is like way less intense about it so if you look at just those two things it's like I'm getting the lite version of my childhood BUT another reason I don't want her to hate me is just because of how awful it always felt to have my sister hate me as a kid. and now she doesn't hate me anymore and she tells me she loves me and worries about me and regrets treating me like that when we were kids and it's just. genuinely terrifying to think about her taking it all back and leaving me alone again even though I have friends now, I would still be alone because she's the one I've spent my whole life with, she's the one I share a room with and she's the one I talk the most with. she's the one person in my life who is even CLOSE to understanding me and I love her so much and losing that just because I couldn't suck it up is so so scary.

so I'm perpetually doing things for her just begging please don't hate me please don't hate me please don't hate me while she still calls me stupid and makes fun of me for getting things wrong and it makes me so so angry because it's so pathetic it's so pathetic for me to be like this it makes me want to bash my own head in with a rock

[boricuacherry-blog]

My sister seemed mature and had a hollow kind of glamour. She took a new interest in me as a preteen now rather than a little girl. She paid attention to the outside of me, swooping in and correcting my disastrous attempts to make myself pretty, which to a twelve-year-old girl means everything. After I accidentally made my hair all kinds of shades of ugly orange, she took me to get a toner for my hair and made it one color. She took me to a place that made my eyebrows beautiful. She took me shopping for my first bra. She and I would make earnest attempts at being normal. We were trying to be sisters - or so I thought.

Even though I was young, I knew my sister was doing things that were not good. I mean, she had a beeper, and only drug dealers, rappers, and doctors had beepers back then. She wore a nice manicure - bright-pink nail polish, sometimes decorated with rhinestones. Once, as she was dropping me off in front of my mother's house, she dipped a sharp pink nail tip into some white crystal powder and held it up to my face, saying, "Just try it, just try a little bit; who cares?"

I knew it was cocaine, and it scared me to death. Thank God, I didn't take the sniff. I played it off and calmly replied, "No thanks! Bye; see you later." I shudder to think what could've happened if I'd walked into her trap and then that house. I don't know what would've happened if I'd snorted cocaine right before seeing my mother, or ever in my life.

It was all such a setup. Alison began bringing me around her friends, and I started looking forward to our secret outings - though for all the initial glamour and excitement, it was a very scary time in my life. I still have nightmares about it.

One day, she explained that it was time to meet her boyfriend, John, and the other girls she hung around, who she'd been telling stories to me about. John was tall, with green eyes, a large, fluffy afro, and a strong charisma. Christine, a seventeen-year-old runaway white girl, an older woman named Denise - "older" meaning she was maybe twenty-eight - and my sister, then in her early twenties, all lived in a house together with John. I looked up to Christine; she had a worldly air about her, yet she also seemed like a little girl. Her pale skin was sprinkled with tan freckles, and she had medium-blonde hair that fell softly to her shoulders, which were long and thin like the rest of her body. She could've been in a teen movie, but instead she was here, in that house.

John's house was nicer, brighter, and cleaner than where I lived. They had a brand-new couch. There was a television, and I could watch whatever shows I wanted. They had all the snacks I could want. They had Juicy Juice. We couldn't afford any of that at home. A couple of times my sister came to where I lived and filled the refrigerator with the stuff I liked. This was part of the confusion I felt about our relationship. It sometimes felt and looked like she cared, but her motives were always unclear. It was manipulation masquerading as love.

My sister told me not to tell anyone I was going to the house where she lived with John, especially not my brother. She told me that my brother didn't like him because John had beat him at backgammon. Being so young and naive, I believed her. So there was no one who knew. Dysfunctional families are ideal prey for abusers. Now, of course it's clear to me now that the fun house was a whore house. I think my sister was kind of like the hustler, the talent scout. John, my sister, and I would drive to the city together. I remember one time we were going somewhere, and the radio was playing a song he loved. He loudly screamed out the lyrics, while my sister and I giggled at his strangled singing. They let me smoke cigarettes in the backseat of the car [I was twelve]. I felt free. We would go to IHOP. They took me to Adventureland and I played Pac-Man. I was having all these fun adventures and thinking to myself, I finally know what it feels like to have a big sister who's in my life for good. And I like this easy breezy guy, John. This was what I'd been missing. I was starting to feel something resembling a normal family. But confusing and curious things quickly started happening.

My sister had secretly gotten me my own phone line, which only she called me on. She would call me late at night during these bouts of drug-induced hysteria, constantly threatening to kill herself as I would talk her down, in the wee hours before I had to go to school. Then the calls stopped for awhile. Finally, one day, Alison phoned and said she and John were coming to pick me up. I was excited to think of the three of us together again, riding, laughing, smoking, singing, and playing. But John showed up alone.

We began driving, but there was no radio blasting, no talking. It wasn't fun at all, and I felt that something wasn't right. Finally I asked, "Where is my sister? When are we going to pick her up?" John kept his eyes forward and assured me, "Oh, she'll be here later." I was sitting in the front seat, and I could clearly see the handgun resting against his thigh. John, his gun, and I made two stops: a card game and a drive-in movie. There's a look, a feel, and a smell to rooms where grown men play in the dark. It was dank and cluttered. The air was dense with cheap booze, stale menthol cigarette smoke, and unspoken perversions. There were no pretty things. It was hard for me to see and hard to breathe. I don't know exactly how many men were there - but I do know it was all men, and me. I sat in a corner on the sticky floor where I could see the door and held onto myself. I would catch a glimpse of them leering at me or hear a lewd reference in their conversations. I knew my sister was not coming this time. I don't remember how I got from the card-room floor back into the front seat of the car. A panic bubbled up in my throat. Where am I going? Why am I alone with my sister's boyfriend? Our next stop was the drive-in, where John put his arm around me. My body went stiff. My eyes were fixed on his gun. I noticed an elderly white man peering at us with disgust from the corner of my eye. John pulled out of the drive-in slowly and drove me home in silence.

After a couple of days back in my room, the phone began ringing again, but this time I wouldn't pick it up. I resumed pretending I had a regular seventh-grade life. I wanted to be a child again. Sometimes all the kids in my neighborhood would play chase (tag) at night. Most of them lived in nice houses with two parents, and sisters who didn't burden them with thoughts of suicide and set them up with pimps. One night we were deep in a group game of chase, kids running and weaving, when I saw a car coming down the road. I recognized it as John's car. It was creeping along slowly, as if looking for someone. Panicking, I ducked behind a house, hiding. There was no way I could tell my friends that I was "it" to a pimp with a gun. John eventually drove away. Though I had narrowly escaped him, the fear of men followed me for a very long time. When I got home, I unplugged the phone from the wall and never trusted my big sister again. Sisters are supposed to protect you - not pimp you out.

-Mariah Carey

[everlarkism]

I wrote this a while ago, but it’s in memory of Primrose Everdeen. <3

Primroses symbolize a lot — youth, renewal, young love, safety… It could be admired for the variety of colors, a perfect gift, and you could make oils or fragrances out of it… But for Katniss, it was a small, dainty thing that was a reminder of her sister. The younger Everdeen was named after the flower - specifically the evening primrose - and it suited her very well. She was short and thin, but always seemed to light up a room. Her hair might as well match the yellow plant too, but of course, it’s not as vibrant. She had hope. She had a huge heart. She was a healer and would’ve been a doctor. She had more to live for… And now where was she? Dead, gone and never to be seen again. The explosion left no remains. She’ll never have a grave or a box of ashes from cremations. All Katniss had were memories, a few items laying around in the building at Victors Village and Buttercup. Prim might as well be compared to a shriveling weed on the side of her house now.

Ever since Peeta came home and planted those primroses, she couldn’t stop thinking more about her sister. Obviously, she’s more than grateful for the kind gesture - she likes them planted close to her home, actually. It gives the girl a sense of comfort, and to an extent, some closure. In a way, Prim was always going to be by her side and Katniss loved that idea. The only downside was she didn’t know how to garden and didn’t plan on learning soon. Katniss was still weaseling her way out of the depression she only fell deeper into when first arriving at Twelve. Since the weather became warmer and nature began to bloom, she was taking it day by day - whether it was a stroll in the forest, or she was hunting. Other than that, the gardening was taken care of by Peeta.

Part of her didn’t want to care for the plants, since her memory only linked them to her sibling. However, she’d have to face her weird fear eventually. Stupid, invasive thoughts would fill her brain. What if she accidentally killed the beautiful, yellow flowers? In a way, it’d be like killing Primrose! It was an odd way of thinking, but the grieving process made her dive deeper into the thought of objects and how they could hold so much meaning. Yes, there were more that could be found and planted to replace their spots – but these were special, handpicked by Peeta, some were still in the process of growing to their full potential and these were the first ones to be placed in the soil after the War’s aftermath. Before this, the Village had nothing and it was dull. The replacements wouldn’t mean as much. These flowers felt like they were meant to be Prim’s, that they carried her soul within them already. If they were to die, she’d want it to be naturally and when the colder seasons came around.

It’d take a few weeks for her to ask Peeta about gardening. He would teach her everything he knew about it - how much water they need and how many times a day, mentions of weed pulling and to be careful of any critters trying to nibble at the plants. She would learn fast, considering it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be.

Gardening would end up becoming a hobby of hers; Haymitch and Greasy Sae were more than happy to see her outside frequently, tending to the small patch of flowers alongside the building. Peeta would help sometimes, until she fully got the hang of it and let her be. When it came down to the primroses, he would only ask her how they’re doing and would like to admire them. He decided to name every single one, just to get a reaction out of Katniss. She rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but to laugh. That day, the names just stuck.

Katniss thought it was ridiculous, feeling so attached to something that was sprouting out of the ground - it couldn’t respond, she knew that - but one day she finds herself talking to it… The girl was told it helps with their growth anyway. She spoke of Prim, about how beautiful they look and she hoped they were getting enough sunlight. It was just the small things. It made her happy.

Buttercup liked to join the primroses outside, whether he was alone or following at the brunette’s feet. The cat loved to lay in the soil beside them, no matter how many times Katniss scolds the damn animal not to. Despite the protests, the fluffball didn’t budge - even if the soil was wet! She decided to give up on correcting him, but definitely had to wash and comb his fur out later (which he absolutely hates).

When the temperature began to drop, Katniss knew she had to do something with the flowers. She didn’t want them outside and withering away, instead she wanted to put them to use. Carefully, she cut the primroses stems and brought them inside to place them in a vase filled with water. After that, she took a step back and smiled to herself. They were beautiful.

[missr3n3]

I do want to go into a bit more detail about these kiddos, but it's getting a little too late in here, so I'll continue tomorrow

Luce hair child is called Dusk Sawnset, and Michael water child is called Dawn Arona, and they're actually cousins because their mothers are sisters

Dusk's mother is called Marietta, while Dawn's mother is called Primavera (which literally means Spring in Italian, Spanish and Portuguese) and for the sake of it making sense, I've put that their mother Greta is an Italian emigrant while their dad is American

Marietta has a husband, Tariel Sawnset, but Primavera is a single mother, and Dawn's bio dad is a donor

Dusk actually has a twin younger brother, Sunny, who is secretly just her half-brother, because he's Tariel's "actual" child

Dawn and Dusk were born on the same day, March 18th, while Sunny was born only the morning after. The mothers gave their two daughters for their own mother to hold once they had both recovered from the births, and Greta could have sworn her granddaughters stared at each other in the eyes without blinking for many seconds, but maybe that was just her imagination from the excitement

Now the fun part, how the girlies were even born

So, Marietta and Tariel married while still young and for many years they tried to have a child, but they suffered a lot of miscarriages and even two stillbirths, so eventually comes the day where Mari tells her husband that she's willing to try again, but that this will be her last attempt

Then Tariel starts searching around outside of the medical field for ways that could help their baby survive, and he eventually finds someone who sells him a "holy artifact", claiming it to be the hair of an actual angel that his wife could consume, and Tariel being a bit too naïve buys it Tastes horrible to Marietta, but hey, the seller wasn't lying about how her baby would survive

About Vera, I imagine one of Michael's fire "feathers" accidentally fell down to Earth on some water, and people have kept it preserved as "actual" holy water. In the middle of her pregnancy, Vera fell extremely ill, and the medics couldn't figure out what was it that she had or what they could do, so some people from the local church come to her one day and offer her the "holy water", and she agrees to take it because she doesn't want to die so soon, and magically it works

Yeah, I told you they went 'yum' on that shit lmao

Just to finish, all three children have scarlet red hair from their grandpa, but their eye colors all are different. Dusk has grey eyes like her mom, Sunny has brown eyes like his dad, and Dawn has heterochromia so one of her eyes is yellow and the other is orange. No one in the family has either of those eye colors, so everyone just assumed she got them from her unknown dad

Oof yeah, it's pretty late now lol I'll go by "Afternoon Anon" or something if it helps you with identifying and such

not much to add here, other than i love the surname sawnset, and i also think it would be very fun if both the luce hair and michael firewater were found at saint michael's church in nox as remnants of the fight that trapped michael in the Nightmare Sand Pit! idk if that would work with ur timeline for the story tho, so u can take or leave that idea lol

[valentinesparda]

drace and effie having a well-to-do family makes it to where at least they both have a shot at rising ranks, and it gives effie the chance to befriend a young vayne while they're going through schooling themself. like they wouldn't be in any classes close to him but in a close enough proximity that this very young lord comes into contact with them, is OBSESSED with them but effie just wants to be friends with him. they DO love him, they love everyone and he's hidden most of his bad traits from them, but the time that vayne tries to convince them to just give him a chance it's the same time that effie and noah become aware of each other (or more accurately, effie gets a closer look into the judges through their sister and having gone through extensive physical therapy and MORE schooling to become a palace tutor as the second best thing to do), and they've had a crush on noah before, but killed it out when they know that he's far from their reach emotionally and physically as well as being six years their senior, and it fell off from there

it's when they've become larsa's tutor, the child is still young and drace has been protective of him after seeing the monster his older brother has started to become, and gramis has appointed her as bodyguard for the young lord. so naturally effie gets the job and they're 24 and maybe it wouldn't be too bad to be a part of the royal family their father says, it would be good for them (the future of the family) but they can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, and even drace is like "you're a fucking moron with your bleeding heart" even though they learned it from her. but because of THAT then they meet noah for the first time and he's made aware of their existence outside of word of mouth, and their kind demeanor and soft voice and he's IMMEDIATELY in love with them, but he refuses to say anything about it because he sees how vayne treats them. watches them. talks about them. he gets it. a lot of nervous laughs and intentional accidental meetings, and vayne's attempts to woo effie being met with a hesitant cold shoulder but a warm gaze in noah's direction and he knows he can't shake it

gramis watched his son flounder and falter and suffer in regards to his first love and he already trusts drace, he's put his trust in effie, and part of him almost pities the situation. he knows nothing will come of it (a loveless marriage it would be, no gain on his side besides his son winning effie like a pawn). but in any case, effie is sweet and smart and can be stubborn and does their best to be agreeable around the council and the emperor but they just can't not say what is on their mind. larsa loves them to death but it's a pure love from a child who has gained a new sibling, a teacher he could not adore more, which is so strongly opposite to how he can see vayne loves them that it's almost funny. I think the emperor would definitely notice how his judge would stand up a little straighter, hover around the child's tutor, and later find him coincidentally spending more and more time on their side of the palace in his free time

so anyways to circle back around to the actual point; noah and effie dancing around their feelings in secret for a year or two, and then around the third year, drace having been the confessional between the two lovers as well as their biggest support, and eventually around the third year it is moreso an open secret. this does not stop vayne from being in denial and hissing his blessings even while effie continues to try and smooth things over, sooth his worries, be his closest friend. the year they turn 28 is when noah offers himself in hopes of committing to them, and their engagement falls shortly before the battle of nabudis (because if noah had to worry about it knowing that he had to propose after committing regicide, he would blow it and he knows - and having effie is something nice to return to). but while noah is spending his days freely and having a warm body to sleep next to most nights, of course he does so knowing that his twin is under lock and key, suffering for his supposed crimes

surely the emperor would give his blessing to one of his judges, but he respects the wishes that the wedding be kept a small secret affair, one that is witnessed by their closest friends and bitterly blessed by lord vayne himself, where young lord larsa wishes to play a part in the union of his beloved teacher and his brother's bodyguard

noah still harbors his ill-wishes against his brother even when he is the happiest he's ever been, because he feels so deeply and his emotions are a deep extreme from one to the other, and effie is impressionable enough to believe that maybe everyone that he is tasked to track and contracted to kill definitely deserve it. even his brother

[kyliecatqueen]

Self-insert TMNT au where me, completely out of it with a really high fever, decide it's a good idea to try and work on my TMNT AU but I accidentally press something I shouldn't've in my feverish and delusional state, and a portal opens up depositing me, my tablet, my phone, my pillow, and my blanket/comforter into the sewer tunnels right as the 2012 bros are passing by after escorting April to her Aunt's apartment on their first adventure above ground. From September 28th, 2023 to September 28th, 2012.

This is also an AU where humanity is more technologically advanced, and many TMNT fanon series/characters have been subsumed into canon as either canon alternate timelines, or straight-up official prologues/epilogues. For example, the Cass Apocalypse AU was made into the official prologue/epilogue to the RotTMNT Movie, @/myrling-art's 2012 Ramona fanchild (I forgot her name, believe it's Irrila but could be wrong) was made into a canon shipkid, etc.

Tidbit Time!

- Since I was 6 years old in September 2012, my physical clock wound back as I fell through the portal, but I still have all the memories and knowledge of my real-world self. 6 physically, 17 mentally, 6 psychologically

- this is inspired by a fic where Donnie, Mikey, and Leo de-age to about 6 years old as part of a re-written "A Chinatown Ghost Story" in a re-written Season 2. They still have all their memories of being 16, but they're behaving more like their physical age, not their mental age. The series is called "Making Weapons of War (for fun and profit)", and is found on Ao3

- My tablet and my phone both still read "September 28th, 2023" for the entire time I'm in the 2012 world

- How do I get back? Dying, of course! I save Splinter from dying in Season 4, get killed by Shredder in his place, and wake up in my bed back home.

- My adventures in the 2012 world become the inspiration for my TMNT AU (✨It all comes full circle✨)

- Things go slightly differently in some episodes because of the fact that I'm basically omniscient and know almost everything that happens, so that + my ability to rewrite the story from the inside let me do Cool Things like give characters visions of scenes

- Leo and Karai never do the awkward flirt thing because he comes to me for advice and I tell him "You can keep hanging out with her, but just don't flirt with her or try anything romantic with her." "Why, cuz she's in the foot clan?" "No, just-" "What?" "Ask Master Splinter about the black and white portrait, hopefully you'll connect the dots from there." "....Alright." *later* "omg Karai's my sister Miwa-"

- Spike! Love Spike. Since I'm really small now and can't leave the lair without April (and later Casey), I get tasked with protecting Spike and taking care of him while the guys are out patrolling and whatnot. When Spike becomes Slash, the "beating up Raph's siblings" thing doesn't happen because I tell Spike about how Raph and his brothers all love each other, they just don't show it how normal people do whenever I babysit him and he doesn't hate them :D

- ADHD/ADD & Autism bonding (aka me and Mikey bonding cuz he reminds me a lot of myself and I have ADD [ADHD but without the Hyperactivity part] + Autism, and Mikey canonically has ADD and I'm pretty sure he also has Autism because his mental/true self is still 6 years old)

- I convince Donnie to make a big mat with a whole bunch of buttons on 'em to help occupy Mikey (and me, buttons are fun) in the lab :D

[mystery-orphans-club]

Snice I am working on the rewrite and it might take a while until It's done, here is the rewrites' exacts in their profile(basically little notes or fun facts about them). I will not include the two new characters in this post.

Tw: for Bulling, child abuse, aboundment, assassins, starvation, Miscarriages and more that I can't exactly remember as It's almost 2 where I am at. You have been warned.

Aisuru Itami Fukawa

Extra: He has a habit of people-watching sometimes. He would just watch what they do and observe their habits. He also may accidentally scare people by saying things they didn’t think he knew about them, but found out by being observant. He never means to scare people though.  

Ash Harukawa

Extra: He, Vehol, and Shinpi used to be best friends as kids but after their parents went missing, he grew away from them. He fell for Shinpi after a few months of watching over her from afar. He joined the Assassin Company his mother was in to make enough money to live, and he gave some of his money to charity.  He flirts with Shinpi a lot during their fights, he likes seeing her flustered.

Azul Asahina

Extra: He tries his best to help Mokusei(Jupiter) to get closer to Kum(Cloud). He plays the piano while Shinpi plays the Violin. He and Muri are very close friends, sometimes people would mistake them for siblings. He was the one to confess to Mokusei back in Middle school.

Muri Hagakure

Extra: Don't try to use her, her kindness is a privilege, not a right. She has a crush on Cloud who also likes her back. She isn't the best at confessing her emotions as she wishes not to be a bother to anyone else. She hates her mother for the abuse she had to face at the woman's hands due to her gifts.

Buttercup Nevermind

Extra: Her name was originally Vincent but she changed it. She had gender reassignment surgery and her driver's licence states her gender as Female. She enjoys learning about history. She knows how to use a sword.

Vehol Yumeno(He/Them for the rewrite please)

Extra: He can only do Ice and Fire magic but is trying to expand their spells and types of magic. They often have to patch themselves up due to him trying to learn magic on their own. He thinks his father left him because he thought they wouldn't be able to use magic

Mokusei/Jupiter Togami Kirigiri Naegi

Extra: He was forced to take over the family company. He grew up with his grandfather but grew to hate him for what he did to his sister. He wants to get closer to her but doesn't know how to. He is dating Azul and has been since middle school

Kumo/Cloud Naegi Kirigiri Togami

Extra: After her parents' disappearance, she was kicked to the curb by her Grandfather, and she had to fend for herself. She often hunts to eat and still goes to school. She also made herself a makeshift home to live in. She and her twin Brother aren't close anymore and she doesn't know how to talk to him anymore. She was taken back in by her Grandfather as soon as she inherited the Family Business from her father

Tetsuko Soda

Extra: she gets bullied a lot. She makes Monomaids and Monosirs to help her out in the shop, as well as make some for the club and the Kuzuryu Clan. She sees Ryūki as her cousin. She messes with things a lot.

Shinpi Saihara

Extra: Her fear of blood came from the miscarriage her mother had. She was covered in what should have been her baby brother's blood while she tried to help her mom. Her left hand is the only part of her body that didn't heal from the abuse but she doesn't change to be right-handed. She is starved and prevented from sleeping to get better at painting against her will. She grew to love despair as it was the only sense of peace she got in the dark moments of her life.