#but she would be so great with younger siblings y'know?

[randomcinematicuniverse]

M2D HC(?): I kinda wish we had an episode where Nicole is the sole babysitter to Gracie for a day, like the dads are both out & Nicole's left in charge of the loft & taking care of the baby. Just Nicole being the best big sister (figure) ever to Gracie. I would've loved to have Ben come back & visit too. Make all three of them - Nicole, Ben, & Gracie - a special pseudo-sibling trio, you know?

[radiance1]

Killer Croc and Jack Fenton are brothers.

Killer Croc was the first born, just a about 5 years older than Jack. Their father was a large man, much larger than should be possible considering he never had a meta gene.

But oh boy would it have not surprised them if he did. Because that man was strong, 10 feet tall, and shrugged off things that would injure most people.

Like a brick to the head.

Anyways.

Croc was entranced with his younger brother; he was so small so much tinier than he had any right to be, and cuter than a button. He babbled like most babies do, but Croc wouldn't think twice before calling his baby brother the best baby of them all.

His dad could fit him in the palm of his hand easily! Which was just one of Jack's many great qualities in his opinion!

Croc and Jack's parents weren't really on the best of terms, Croc could tell. He didn't know why, really, but he didn't want his baby bro to feel unloved in any sort of way, and it's not like he really had friends to hang out with, plus his parents were busy with jobs.

So he mostly spent his time taking care of and playing with Jack. Changing diapers, feeding him, lifting him up and down with his tail, just the normal sibling stuff.

He feels kind of bad for his dad though, whatever kind of job he had didn't even let him come home most days, and when he did he could barely even walk upright without falling asleep and jolting awake. He still made time for them, however, when he got those rare few off days.

He's honestly surprised that man managed to drive a car properly in the state he was in.

Their mother was often out of the house, Crocc didn't know what she was doing but he just thought it was like his dad. Unlike his dad, however, she didn't really like him. He didn't really know why, nor did he really care either if he was to be honest.

Around a year later the tension between their parents got so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Then it turned to arguments in the rare times they both were in the house, he didn't even know his parents could make such cutting remarks to each other, and then both of them being in the house less than before.

Then when he turned 10, and Jack 5. They got divorced. Croc was left with his mother and Jack got taken by his father. His mother didn't take the divorce well, really, probably because at the same time she got fired from whatever the hell she was doing and was left jobless.

Then she dropped the bomb on his that his dad wasn't even his actual dad and Jack is only his half-sibling and then promptly abandoned him in the sewers with the rats and what was most likely very poisoned water due to it being the sewers and Gotham.

Well. Fuck.

Croc thinks that Jack doesn't even remember him due to how young he was, nor did he ever see his dad again cause, y'know, being abandoned in the sewers and all.

Then multiple years later he ran into his brother again and got DAMN was he tall. Not taller than him, but it was basically the equivalent of a gut punch to Croc, because he remembers his baby bro being so tiny, so baby.

He blames his father's genes for him being 8 feet taller now. A head shorter than him, sure. But he wants back his small baby bro alright.

Then he finds out his baby bro has a family.

And fuck did he not want to involve himself anymore in fear of being a catalyst for tearing said family apart due to being, well, him and all. Then he was promptly (quite literally) dragged over to meet said family despite his stance on the matter.

Then he finds out he's just treated like a normal person with zero amount of fear. His wife? She had to have a giant in her family too because she was 7 feet tall and was smart enough to kick his ass.

His daughter? 6 feet tall and their first meeting she accidently became his therapist. Also, he was sure she was a meta of some kind, probably something to do with wolves.

Then finally, their son.

It felt like he was thrown back to his childhood when he saw him, he looked so much like Jack did, and he was so, so tiny just like his baby bro was. He had to physically hold himself back from doing anything with the kid because he feared he would accidentally break him or something.

Then he found out that apparently his nephew was half-dead and that his brother and his wife hated ghosts with a passion, built a portal to the other side, had their city attack by the ghost king and then promptly found out about their son's half-dead status and had to do a major revamp of basically everything they knew and acted upon.

Which they're still working on.

Oh and also their daughter is a werewolf, she had a meta gene from someone of his dad's side and only recently activated it.

All of that which was a lot to take in for old Killer Croc, also he knew his niece had something to do with wolves.

So, Killer Croc in all of his life from the point of being abandoned at up to now, decided to go screw the bats and whatever they're attempts of figuring out what the fuck's going on with him (look at you Red Hood.) and decided to try and integrate himself into this family and brother's life again as best he can.

[whoskimii]

yuuji and no nut november please

honestly i think yuuji would def do the challenge lmaoo (or try to)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. - character is aged up - smut at the end! nnn but he lost the first day lmao. soft sleepy sex with your bf <33 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji looked around, observing people. he had brought choso to a coffee shop as he wanted to try different beverages.

as the waitress placed another drink in front of choso for the sixth time, yuuji couldn't help but chuckle. he watched his brother taste it as he tilted his head to the side. "so ? how's it taste ?" he asked, sipping on his own drink.

the pink-haired boy smiled as his brother nodded enthusiastically. "great !" he beamed happily. yuuji nodded in return. "good. what is it ?" choso frowned a little, trying to recall the name. after a few seconds, he perked up. "oh, it's a strawberry milkshake." the younger boy hummed. "m'kay."

their attention drifted to the door as the bell rang, announcing the entry of another client. multiple boys arrived and settled at an empty table right next to them. they seemed to be around yuuji's age or maybe a few years older. "so, how's it going with your girlfriend ?" one of them asked another boy. "still the same ?"

yuuji couldn't help but listen. he was curious, after all. choso talked to him, bragging about how good his milkshake was but the words drifted out of his brother's ears. "nah, we made up. finally." the friends laughed.

choso looked at the window, watching the wind blowing through the trees. the temperatures were starting to fall. just like his sibling, he began listening. "but i'm gonna do nnn, though. i gotta stop watching porn. if she catches me again, i'm sure she'll break up with me."

the initials instantly caught choso's attention. nnn ? "huh ?" he looked at yuuji. "what's nnn ?" he frowned a little as the words fell out of his lips. his brother chuckled. "it's no nut november." it didn't help choso and yuuji noticed. "basically you can't get off for a month. no sex, no jerking off sessions, nothing." his brother raised his eyebrows. the concept was foreign to him. "oh... and... you do it ?" yuuji shrugged. "yeah. jus' for fun, though."

the older man smiled. "really ? so... when does it start ?" yuuji looked at his phone. "tomorrow. today's october 31st."

as the pink-haired boy woke up the next morning, he remembered the conversion he had with choso the previous day. he was persuaded he could last for at least half of the month. he looked to his side and noticed you, still sleeping peacefully. you looked so so pretty. the prettiest girl he's ever seen. even jennifer lawrence was second on the pyramid.

he gently patted your velvety hair, which prompted you to stir awake. "yuuji...?" you breathed, still in the daze. he hummed quietly. "yeah. s'me, baby..." he mumbled before burying his nose in your neck. he inhaled your comforting, feminine scent. he sighed softly. "y'smell so damn good, angel... y'know that ?" you giggled quietly, nodding a little. "s'my lotion... smells like vanilla."

he smiled softly. how was he supposed to do no nut november when you were right here, in his bed, looking all soft and cute ? he couldn't.

that's eventually why he shifted a little, placing himself between your legs. you instantly reacted to him, parting your thighs a little to grant him access. as he slowly slid down your panties, only leaving them mid-thighs, he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

as he untied his sweatpants, he pushed his boxers at the same time and left them around his knees. the tip of his needy cock was already leaky. he sighed softly and pumped himself a few times, enough to get himself hard. to get yourself wet, you circled your clit with the tip of your middle finger, breathy little whines escaping your parted lips.

at the sight, he groaned softly. he placed a hand on the headboard, the other beside your head to support his own weight. he leaned down to kiss you and when your lips met his, he slowly pushed in. he broke the kiss and a look of pure relaxation washed over his face.

his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted slightly. he was relieved. being inside you was like coming home. he was home. whenever he would bury himself in your tight little heat, his shoulders slumped.

he let out a quiet little moan, still unmoving before he tucked his head in your neck. "mhm..." he hummed, all breathy, almost approvingly. he began rolling his hips against yours lazily. the pace was slow, unhurried. you were both young and in love, you had all the time in the world.

"y'feel so good, baby..." he sighed and placed his forehead on yours. as you both made eye contact, he twitched inside you. "already that wet, mhm...? shiiit..." the sounds of your squelching pussy filled his ears and he took a deep breath. "m'never gonna get tired of her..." he whispered and circled your throbbing little clit. "yuuji..." you breathed. "i know, baby, i know... m'here..." he intertwined his fingers with yours. "m'close, honey..."

as you clenched around him, he chuckled breathlessly. "yeah, seems like you are too..." your back arched off the comfy mattress a little. "yuu', m'gonna cum... oh... gonna cum..." you muttered. "yeah... me too. come with me, baby. jus'... let's come together, alright ?" you nodded vigorously and he hummed. "c'mon, m'right there... right behind you..."

it only took you a few other lazy thrusts to come around him. as your pretty little pussy pulsated around him, squeezing him tight, he huffed quietly and spilled himself inside you. "theeere we go... fuck..." he took a deep, sharp breath.

he stayed inside you for a few seconds before rolling off you. "m'gonna clean you up, 'kay ?" as he stood up, his eyes settled on his phone. he internally laughed.

november 1st, 8:07. the challenge was already over.

that's so sweet aughhh :((

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I'm back on my bullshit thinking about the Hawke siblings again and how much I love a "both twins live" AU... but y'know what I love just a little bit more? An AU where all three Hawke siblings are alive, but one of the twins still get attacked by the ogre in Lothering and is presumed dead when they actually survived.

I like to think that since the narrative in DA2 is framed as a story Varric's telling Cassandra, we can play around with the fact that he's an unreliable narrator. Varric wasn't there in Lothering. He only knows what Hawke told him. It makes for a better story if Leandra, Hawke, and the surviving twin get to huddle around the dead twin and say their goodbyes... especially if they didn't actually get to do that. I mean, a lot of us already have that train of thought when it comes to Leandra's death and Hawke getting some closure through her final words telling them how proud she is. Whose to say Varric didn't do that for the lost twin, as well?

All that to ask what if the ogre attack happened, but the group was so overwhelmed by darkspawn they had to flee further and couldn't check the twin who "died?" Flemeth still showed up, but it was too late to go back and say goodbye.... so Hawke made a deal with the Witch of the Wilds and they all pushed forward to Kirkwall.

Imagine Bethany, left behind with broken bones and bleeding in the sand, fading in and out of consciousness as the remaining darkspawn surround her. She knows how to heal, how to fight back, but she's weakened. Her staff lays out of reach. Air shakes in her lungs. She tries to call for help, but only wheezes come out. Where's her mother? Her siblings? Did the ogre get them, too?

At this point, we all know what happens to the women darkspawn take, and Bethany could've met that fate; she doesn't have the strength to fight back as they drag her away. But before they can bring her underground, she's saved by another group of survivors. Perhaps they're more soldiers fleeing Ostagar, or townsfolk who recognize her from Lothering. They do what they can to treat her wounds but she needs a healer, so they bring her with them to seek refuge in Redcliffe... except they eventually realize she's an apostate. Well, she doesn't seem dangerous, but they still contact the templars.

Bethany wakes in a warm but unfamiliar bed with skilled healers tending to her. Templars hover by the doorway. First Enchanter Irving greets her, gentle in explaining she's safe inside of Kinloch Hold and that she's going to survive. When Bethany asks about her family, he gives her a sympathetic smile and says they only found her.

Bethany, who never took to embracing her magic the way her older sibling did and always felt like it burdened her family... has lost that very family. Could they survive the ogre and darkspawn? Or did the ogre tear them apart, too? How did she survive... but not them? Did the Maker really have such a sense of humor? How else would she end up in the Circle, a place her family went to great lengths to keep her safe from?

She doesn't want to think about it. She hopes they made it to Kirkwall, but the prickle of dread that crawls up her spine knows how unlikely it is. Bethany finds comfort in speaking with the mages who rotate in to heal and bring her food. Some feel trapped by their magic just as she does, but others remind her of her older sibling in the way they embrace their magic, a gift from the Maker. The younger apprentices who aid the mages ask her questions about what lies beyond the walls. The templars mostly keep their distance, but one is friendlier than others. A man with curly blonde hair and a sympathetic view of the mages bothers to speak to her more than his fellows do.

She's still in recovery when Uldred and his blood mages attack the tower, but she survives. Bethany heals, even as she's haunted by nightmares of the ogre wrapping its tainted hand around her body to crush her, flinging her aside to lay among the limp bodies of her family... haunted by the horrors the blood mages unleashed on the tower. She aids in restoring the tower the best she can, and accepts her new home, her new life. When she's well enough, she lights a candle for each of them; her father, mother, her eldest sibling, her twin... she even lights a candle for the family mabari, and prays to the Maker to give them her love as they stand at His side.

The Blight ends. Years pass. Bethany settles into her new life, becoming a fine example for the younger apprentices she mentors. She witnesses wrong doings against her fellow mages, loses friends to their harrowings or tranquility. She accepts what she is, even if bitterly. The Chantry's teachings about magic scar more than enlighten; she sees it in some of her fellow mages, feels it in herself. Secret meetings. Whispers of escape, of freedom. More escape attempts. Harsher restrictions.

Around this time, back in Kirkwall, Knight-Captain Cullen stands where he always does in the Gallows courtyard. He notices Hawke appear with some of their companions. It hurts to think back to Kinloch Hold, but something occurs to him: he knew of another Hawke who was brought to the Circle while he served there. They only spoke once before... well, before. He wonders if there's any relation. When Hawke wanders over to speak to him, as they always do, Cullen brings it up.

Hawke pales. A beat of silence. Cullen recognizes heartbreak; he sees it unfold in their eyes and swell in their throat as they realize that all this time, their baby sister was alive.

Then the day comes where new whispers float among the mages in the Circle. A visit by a Grey Warden. Most, including Bethany, assume he's here to recruit... until Irving comes to her. He says this warden's requested, though more like insisted, he see her now. But then Irving smiles; the warden in question said his name is Warden Carver. He received an urgent letter that his sister is here, alive, and he demands to know if that's true.

Bethany nearly collapses when she sees him.

While the reunion can't last; she can't leave the Circle and he has his calling; the twins embrace, sobbing out apologies and exclamations that they thought the other was gone. Carver tells her of Kirkwall, the expedition that led him to the Grey Wardens, and their older sibling's status as Champion. With a gentleness she never knew her brother to have, he tells her what happened to their mother, and more tears flow freely. Their sibling learned about her from a templar, though Carver grumbles that the bastard could've said something sooner.

There's the Maker's humor again.

...Now flip the script: imagine Carver being left behind instead.

For as strong and passionate as he is, that ogre still picks him up and slams him to the ground. Bones crack. Black splotches flood his vision, agony exploding across his skin. His sword flies from his hand. The soulless bastard tosses Carver aside like he's nothing, and he's left to lay there. His mother's cries muffle in his ear as though he's stuck underwater, sinking slowly into the dark.

It figured, honestly... that he'd survive Ostagar while his fellow soldiers were cut down all around him, that he and his eldest sibling would flee the field when all hope was lost... that he'd make it home to get his family out of Lothering... only to die protecting his mother. And why not? He is a protector. A warrior. It's a honor to die saving those he loved... so why didn't it give him peace?

Carver eventually wakes in the night among the bodies of fallen darkspawn. Everything aches painfully hot and his thoughts reject coherency. He knows his family is gone; they're dead, or they've fled... either way, he's alone; left behind. Something's broken inside of him, but he has just enough will to pull himself up at the sound of approaching footsteps. A group of survivors find him- funny enough, the same group who aided Bethany in an alternate timeline. Imagine that.

That's how Carver ended up in Redcliffe's Chantry with an overworked healer tending to him. He doesn't even flinch when the mage works their magic on him, knowing all too well the sensation of healing magic seeping into his skin, mending the flesh. He tries not to think of Bethany, or what might've happened to her.

The Chantry's overwhelmed with townspeople hiding from a danger outside that he can only assume is darkspawn... except it's not. He wonders how hard he hit his head when he hears the undead have come from the castle to slaughter what they can of the town every night. But then he sees it with his own eyes when one breaks in, taken down by a templar, and never before has he ever felt so useless.

Then the last two remaining Grey Wardens arrive. They're crucial in the final fight against the undead, swearing to enter the castle to stop the attacks at the source. While Carver couldn't participate in the final fight, something he complained loudly about, he did what he could in his condition to help like sharpening swords and handing out supplies. Mostly to keep his sanity and quite his thoughts throughout his recovery.

When the time came, he took up his sword again in the name of all those he lost.

An archdemon was said to be on the horizon, and the Grey Wardens needed everyone they could get to fight. Carver fights in the battle of Denerim where the Hero of Fereldan defeated the archdemon. He cuts his way through every darkspawn he sees. Ostagar flashes red behind his eyes. Lothering clutches at his heart. So much anger and sorrow built up inside him, flooding out in his tears and screams. Blood everywhere. Fire and smoke.

Then it's over.

In the aftermath of the Blight, like so many others, Carver has no home to return to. No family. He thinks to go back to Lothering to help rebuild, only to hear the lands were too tainted. These tainted creatures took everything from him... That's what eventually brings him to Vigil's Keep, standing before the Hero of Fereldan themself, asking to be made a Grey Warden. He already dedicated nearly two years of his life to killing darkspawn, and he had nothing else. Even when faced with the Joining, holding the chalice of darkspawn blood and being told to drink, he didn't flinch.

Life as a Grey Warden isn't as simple as he assumed it would be, but Carver finds purpose in his calling. Over the years, he grows to view his fellow wardens as family. He travels all over Thedas, venturing down into the Deep Roads to help clear out hoards of the darkspawn. But then comes the day he finds himself in Kirkwall, and it doesn't take long before he hears the name Hawke on the lips of the townspeople. His eldest sibling was not only alive, but they're quite popular among the people. But what about Mother? Bethany? He doesn't have to snoop too far to learn templars took Bethany away to the Gallows, and that Leandra Hawke was the final victim in a string of murders committed by a blood mage.

Carver finds himself standing outside the estate, glaring at the door. Furious. Heartbroken. Bitter. He wants to scream. This entire time, they lived. He's torn between wanting to reunite with his older sibling again, to get the truth from them, and wanting to barge into the estate, demanding answers to how they could let the Circle take Bethany... after what Carver sacrificed, how could they let Mother die like that? Was it all pointless in the end?

He leaves without knocking. He can't bring himself to see them. Not that it mattered. Before he could leave Kirkwall, the tensions with the qunari finally overflowed, and chaos fell upon the city. He's forced face to face with his older sibling again, but he wasn't prepared to watch the recognition slowly bloom on their face, or for all his anger to turn to mush. Carver's the first to speak.

"Somehow, I knew it would be you."

.............So, yeah. I really like this idea.

[hibischush]

Idk if we’ll ever get canon ages of the bachelors and bachelorettes for FoM. But do you have exactly any headcanon or idea of how old they are?

You know I was just thinking about this! I have a few ideas but still unsure so feel free to put your input in the tags 🌺

Bachelors

Balor 🪙

26 or 27

He's a merchant that has built a reputation around the town and outside of it, he needs a few years to do that

Especially considering he was a ""former rouge,"" he'd either have to spend a few years to regain trust or change his identity lol

He looks young but acts older if you know what I mean? Idk I guess has a lot of experience

March ⚒️

I'm giving the pretty confident answer that he is 22

He acts like an angsty teen so he's younger but definitely not over 25

For historical accuracies, a quick search claims that blacksmith apprentices would start around age 13 or 14 and would last from 4-8 years (this is from a quick google search so the source is....trust me man...)

I think he would have started at 14 and the apprenticeship would last at least 6 years (he's an "award-winning" blacksmith so I would assume that the two years after he graduated he would build up his fame)

Hayden 🐔

Anywhere from 35-42

I feel like 30 is too young for Hayden but's that just me

He could be a younger silver fox you never know

For maximum DILF points he has to be 35≤

I think a happy little median would be 38

Ryis 🌲

I like to think he's 23 but 22-25 also works

He definitely looks young but I don't think he's at his mid twenties just yet

Eiland 📜

23

It makes sense to me, he still looks young and has some youthful outlooks on life or on his dreams

and that's not a bad thing!

If he ended up getting education as a historian/archaeologist then it puts him at the end of his education

But his age depends on Adeline's since I'm not sure if he is the older or younger sibling (or if they are twins)

If they are twins they both would be 24 but if he is younger then I would keep him at 23

Bachelorettes

Celine 🌼

I know that a lot of people would hc her as younger (like 21) and like

her looks fit the bill

but I think she has a baby face and I think she'd be 24

Juniper ♨️

Juniper gives the "fun wine aunt" vibes

So I think her age range is 28-30

Reina 🍳

I think that Reina would be the youngest out of all of the bachelorettes

I think she'd be 21

I don't have a great reason other than she just seems lost in a way

Like doesn't know what she wants her "niche" to be

She likes cooking and that's great! I think she'd make an excellent chef

But as long as she stays a part-timer at her parents inn she just reminds me of a dove that hasn't left the nest quite yet

Valen 🩺

38-42

Medical school and residency explains most of this

She just gives a very mature vibe so I think she'd be on the older end

However, I think she would be older than Hayden so if Hayden is 38, she'd be at least 40

Adeline 🌷

25

She gives older sister vibes and with how stressed out she is that just solidifies my opinion that she is older

She's getting to the age where she's figuring most things out but some things still escape her y'know

Some things are learned with age (like learning how to relax)

Bonus: if Caldarus does end up becoming a romanceable then (they?) would be the oldest by a long shot. Easily 1,000+

Some of the romanceables look/act super young, but since you can get married the automatic age minimum is 18. But honestly even that is pretty young to get married (at least in the modern day)?? I want to hear the rest of the communities thoughts too.

[g1zm0de]

Alright, since my "Pete lives in a camper/RV not a trailer" post is getting attention I figured I'd share my thoughts on the other goths + Mike as well because why not.

Micheal

bro is THE goth, was probably the one who started their clique at the school in the first place. He's pretty well versed in the subculture (although all of the goths live up to the young 'i know more than you!' alternative kids)

He either picked up on the subculture himself, or had a friend who introduced him to it. I like to think he pioneered the group himself.

It's mentioned/stated in his wikki that he's wasian, Some of the house decor reminds me of Chinese furniture. Especially the table sitting by his front door with a photo of who i can assume is his grandma/great grandma

the quality is very crunchy, but this is what I'm talking about. Threes a Buddha(?) statue behind the photo. Reminds me of Chinese style altars. So basically I'm thinking he's half Chinese. (which i think most people agree so not sure why i'm saying this)

Henrietta

The explanation for her turning emo was the "emo plants" but I like to think she just made a friend at that camp who was like "hey check out this subculture" and she briefly switched teams.

Still probably listens to some emo music from time to time, kinda like how Stan is still kinda friends with the goths even though he's no longer in their group.

this isn't exactly centered around her, but i just KNOW her mom has a beach/costal themed bathroom and i'm here for it.

Firkle

He's a little menace. Reminds me of one of my former friend's younger sibling.

unlike Henrietta, he does NOT like to think about his emo phase.

Really looks up to the older 3.

I like to think he showed up one day and stuck around like some stray cat, and the goths were like "yeah alright"

Pete

doubling down on the camper/RV thing, He probably lives with his dad or something. I've seen people say he lives with at least one of his parents.

This came to me in a dream but i think it would be really fucking funny if they brought the goths back and revealed that Pete is the son of that one main "THEY TOOK ER JOBS!" guy. Y'know the red head?

this fucker.^^^ Why do i think its funny?? no clue. (I just really really want the goths back for one more episode.)

maybe he's in one of those Tiny Homes that Theresa was talking about lmao

Fully convinced that he has one of the other goths do his hairdye. (and lemme tell y'all, its a pain in the ass to do) Most people go with Henrietta so i'm sticking with that.

Mike

Liked vampires before twilight came out.

Knows WAYY too much vampire lore, doesn't even like twilight that much.

Doesn't like his step-dad in the slightest (or maybe Mr Pennstate just recently became his step-dad so he's in the "who tf are you" stage)

Pete is the only goth he gets along with, he's scared of the others.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Would you be willing to do a platonic jinx and silco with a autistic fem reader? Has trouble with communucation and socialization, a bit clumsy, but is otherwise very loyal and sweet to them both and one of the few people who not only can keep up with jinx intelligence wise but actually understand her. Silco and jinx one day overhear one of silco's goon straight up call her an "idiot freak" or something really horrible not knowing she's more than just that kid that hangs around jinx all the time but is pretty much family.

(hello! I however, do not write autistic readers because I do not have autism or know anyone who does and I don't want to be insensitive for anything about that so I cannot do that so sorry. But anyways, enjoy!)

Little Dysfunctional Family

Jinx

Jinx was ways happy to have you

Even if you had your quirks

She wasn't always the best with communication either

She was also accident prone, now and then when she was a certain someone

She didn't like socializing, she hated it

She didn't like being around fake ass goons who thought kissing up to her would get them on Silcos good side

It got tiring

So, having you, and knowing your love and being with her was genuine??

Made everything else matter absolutely jack shit

She treats you like a sibling, maybe if your younger, like a little kid sibling she never had

She will be very protective and loving

She doesn't want anything to happen to you

Or for anything, or anyone to take you away

She doesn't think she can handle that

So she does whatever it means to keep you happy and very loved

As long as you love her the same

It's a great deal, really

She is very happy you're able to connect with her on so many different levels

Especially when you help her when she has freak outs

You understand why she has them, and how she is the way she is

But you never judged her about it

Or really questioned it, you were just you, and you were there for her

And she will always love you for that

And that you're able to keep up with her highly energetic ways is amazing

And how you can make gadgets and go on and on for hours on end with her

She loves

She never had someone like that before, so now that she does

She doesn't wanna let it go and doesn't want anything to change

So to hear someone talk shit about you??

You??

The amazing one, her fucking sibling, like they're nothing??

Oh boy

When Jinx is mad, she is mad

There are no limits

She will do whatever the hell she pleases to them

She'll toy with them for a little tho lmao

She'll be asking

"Why do ya think that?? Wow, what else do you think?"

Acting coy, a fake pleasant and charming smile on her face while she is seething inside

Then she'll just bust out

"Well, funny you say that about, y'know, my best friend."

She'd be giggling while the goon is terrified

Everybody knows

don't fuck with Jinx

She's a firecracker is under the protection and love of the Eye of Zaun

So, safe to say

That goon is GONE

never to be seen again

Oh well, cuts your losses

Jinx will then rant to you about it and be telling you how wrong the goon is

She'll also probably tell you bits of what he said, and make it out like he tried attacking her to justify what she did

But it's okay!

Who can be mad at this amazing girl?

Silco

He is the Eye of Zaun, man

He may not show it or say it very often, but he cares deeply about you and Jinx

He's had you guys for so long, he forgot what it was like without you both

He didn't care that you didn't very function well with socializing and communicating

To him, you were perfect

Because you were you

He wasn't good with that stuff either, like Jinx

That's what makes you all an amazing little family

A family that protects one another from anything

You all were basically molded with the same skills, some lacking in some departments, but we'll enough to appreciate one another

Even if it's not said every day

You knew it, Jinx knew it, and so did Silco

So, he wants to keep you and Jinx happy

He wants you guys to be taken care of

He also appreciated that you can connect with Jinx on a level he can not

Intelligence wise and her personality in general

Not many can keep up with the blue haired wonder

So, it's very much appreciated that you keep her alive while also indulging in her activities

He will not let anyone talk shit about you

Did you see how he acted when Sevika tried to call Jinx a problem??

Well, he'd act sorta like that

If the goon kept going on about you and saying shit

He's be silently pissed as they keep running their fucking mouth

If they even get the chance

He may not kill them per se

But they will be traumatized, no doubt

If they go far enough, he'd probably send Sevika on their ass

He would not stand for it

He would also, probably call them into his office and play a physiological game

He'd threaten them no doubt

And you and Jinx are giggling up in the rafters having the time of your lives watching this absolute jackass almost piss himself

Anyway, Silco would not let any asshole try and run all over you

He taught you better than to let that happen

He also will take care of it for you

It's his way of showing fatherly love

It's not perfect, but it's the way that he knows he can show it without screwing up

[nathan-caruso]

Location: The Cozy Cup, coffee shop in Midtown Wilmington Featuring: @kyewinslcw

After the morning rush ended, Nathan was busy wiping the semi-dirtied counter from the spills and splashes of coffee, creamer, and whatever else the customer wants in their coffee. Nathan didn't judge; he's poured alcohol in 'em before for people. Whatever gets a good tip, y'know? He smirked at the thoughts, his hazel hues drifting across the patrons sitting in the shop. People watching was another perk of the job. Seeing one of his favorite tippers, his hands naturally reached for the decaf pot of coffee and oatmilk in the lower cooler before strolling over to Ms. Woods. The 68 year old woman inherited her ex-husband's very wealthy estate years ago and pretty much told anyone who listened. Was it kinda wrong to be so nice to someone just for money? Nathan's thoughts raced before remembering his ma and four younger siblings. "Judy, I noticed you needed a refill." The young male mused in a semi-loud tone. Despite having so very much money, Judy Woods didn't have that great of hearing aids. Nathan went ahead pouring some of the decaf into her almost empty cup. Clever idea getting his boss to switch to the clear mugs that he ensured him was very hipster and in right now. In reality, Nathan used it to ensure a cup was never empty around him. Maybe that's why regulars loved him so much. He splashed a dash of oatmilk in the cup before smiling at Judy. The usual routine occurred then: Judy would stir the mug two times, take a sip, and smile at Nathan while saying, "Your coffee just taste the best, my dear." Nathan's grin grew, the sweetness of the woman actually causing it for once. Grant it, serving her so many times over the many months did cause Nathan to become a little attached to her. "Thank you, Judy. How's the kids?" Nathan would always start to talk about her family or her dogs or even asking about whatever book she was reading. Seemed to always make her happy and well, again, it all came down to Nathan getting a decent tip. So he did endure a bit of repeated stories for the money in the end...

*Ten minutes later*

"Judy, I am sorry to have to leave you mid-conversation, but I'm afraid I have a customer coming in the door." Nathan pouted, nodding towards the person that he assumed just walked through the door. "Oh, sweetie, don't you be sorry! I appreciate you always talking to this crazy old lady. I need to get going anyways. They are installing the hot tub today in my the updated patio today. Did I tell you Jackie and the girls are coming over this weekend!" Judy said in an excited tone, openly holding out a 100 hundred bill to Nathan. And, like every other time she's given him a large tip, Nathan simply grabbed the bill from her hand and smiled. "Thank you, Judy. You enjoy that hot tub, but stay safe. Don't be breaking no hips or nothing." He joked causing the older woman to chuckle before she left the ship and Nathan walked back behind the counter. The 100 dollar bill felt like a victory in the front of his apron. Smiling at the new customer, Nathan settled into his spot at the register. "Hello there, how we doing today?"

[sadsoftserve]

Okay time to dump info because I need a place to keep things 'straight' so I remember stuff about my multiple AUs upon AUs.

So I'm just gonna write shit and hope y'all pick it up.

The Salia Kids (Second Gen au)-

Jasper and 'Vee' are half-siblings with the same donor. Vee is 13, Jasper is 16. Both were concerned with sperm donors.

They are both on 9th grade (Jasper got held back, Vee got pushed forward) and have a rivalry on par to Sabrinas and Sylvies (they have mellowed out tho) Vees mom is Sabrina, while Jasper is Dalias. Jasper was named after Dalias younger brother, who's name is also Jasper. Vees name is Victoria Lila Kalmeren-Ashling the lll, because every first female born into Sabrinas family has the same name.

Vee is a child genius, taking a keen interest in computer science and technology. She likes making things, and with her Epithet: Imagine, it makes things very easy.

Jasper has yet to get one (I haven't gotten around to it) Jasper is Academically challenged in some way, however he can be very smart under pressure. Vee is the exact opposite of this. Jasper is secretly a Banzai Blaster, and while he thinks it's a secret, everyone knows except Sabrina.

Their relationships with their mothers varies. Vee has a great relationship with both of them, while Jasper is going through a rebellious streak and completely disregarding anything Sabrina says. This pisses her off to no end.

Dalia on the other hand, loves her children very much, and will die for them. (Sabrina will too, she's just too damn stubborn to admit it.)

King siblings(Second Gen Au)-

Amber and Liam are siblings, Amber being older at 14 years of age, and Liam being 9. They have that classic sibling relationship, y'know the one.

Liam is in 4th grade, and is 70% deaf in both of his ears. He wears hearing aids that help a ton, but can shut you up by just turning them off. He does that a lot. He's a very smarmy little shit, and not afraid to speak his mind. He's great at sports, and is tall for his age (9yrs old and 5'0 tall) he does take after Parker more than Micah, he has a strong sense of justice along with that classic King bluntness.

Amber is in 9th grade, and is a total band geek. Micah taught her how to play three different instruments when she was younger, and they have stuck with her. Unfortunately she takes after her Dad a bit too much, because she is the most awkward and dorkiest girl ever. She, just like her father, is considered a loser by the popular kids.

Ambers Epithet is Tune. This is also partly why she is very talented in music. Liam is a Mundie, as of right now, he does not know if he will get an Epithet, both of his parents are mundies, so the chances are low.

Both are half-Jewish due to Micah. They celebrate both holidays because Parker said: "Every child should celebrate with their parents, no matter what." Even though she doesn't talk to her parents.

The family is very well rounded and healthy. Of course there is an argument here and there, but overall nothing too bad.

Both kids have a different reaction to Percy though... Amber admires her great aunt (I think that's what she would be here) and looks at her work as an inspiration to keep going. Liam thinks she's boring, unfun, and too monotone. He has told her this to her face.

Bonnie's kids (Second Gen Au)-

Bonnie is Aroace, however that did not stop her from having kids. Even if they're not biologically related to her. She adopted twins, both of Deepwood race, and looks at them like theyre her own flesh and blood.

I haven't yet designed them, but both are great at roller skating and frequently work at Bonnie's pawn shop with her. Their names are, Amera and Armen, both are 9 years old, and... Just extensions of Bonnie.

Bonnie is a cigarette mom, most def. But she hides it when she can. It's a bad habit. Her go-to apology is asking if they want to get a fountain from the gas station. They immediately forgive her.

(they are still being developed)

Now onto the Age up AU, and spitballing :3

Micah and Parker (Age up AU)-

The healthiest relationship you will ever see. Both are working adults, and they make time for each other. They've been together since their late sophomore year, and are still growing strong.

When they found out they were expecting. They were completely happy. Until Micah started overthinking (like he always does) and started to freak out.

Until he turned to FRED of all people who just told him "Dude, I'm not good at this either! I'm just winging it!" And they freaked out together.

Blaire (@arospecbandgeek OC's go check em out) starts giving unsolicited advice to both of them, until Parker breaks down in tears because she thinks shes doing terrible. Blair has yet to apologize for this.

Sabrina and Dalia-

Another healthy relationship! Except Dalias ever growing anxiety at the fact her wife creaks like a 60yr old woman and is somehow WORSE than when she was younger.

Sabrinas ready to die at this point, she never expected to live this long.

Both have issues. Both love each other. Both girls :3

[t4tklonoa]

you're one of the most based coroika fans ive ever seen . What are your thoughts on (and hcs for maybe?) the best 8

Thank u v much!!! I try my best.......

AND. I absolutely love the best 8 I think they are so silly. the designs are super cool (even if they ar just the promo kids) and their personalities are v distinctive and fun

although I think the group is alitttlle too big ? and I miss the side characters that are part of the teams getting at least a little spotlight like with Avi (I only rll hav this problem with the hierarchy). I am not asking that every side character gets one but at least one or two since the important teams are doubled would be nice. and from the looks of it (slight spoilers for chapter 75) Wire doesn't have a v important connection to any of his teammates.... BUT also it's v early to determine if any side characters will get more attention ! so u can tots just ignore this part (also buzz glasses and polpo may be the lucky ones since they appear alot with their captains)

also headcanons under cut bc I'm supppper normal abt the coroikers and hav one million headcanons ^^ (also haven't been able to read the most recent inkling almanac. some hc's may make no sense considering the new info)

MITSU !!!

It is so genderqueer ur honor. slaps she/it pronouns on her

she grew up along Kojake they are siblings... Mitsu and Kojake developed their own kind of sign language to communicate, it's v bare bones but they are living their best life out there man

I refuse to believe it collects junk as a hobby only. Poor thang doesn't have a house it lives in junk yards with Kojake

not a headcanon but she's so cool. wow

HORNMET !!!

TRANSFEM ! she has facial hair and rll enjoys showing it off

has a crush on Mitsu maybe? maybe you'll never know (she does she is alesbian)

looooves collecting rocks and sharp things

girl who bites

BARRELEYE !!!

considers all of his teammates as family :]

ABSOLUTELY. loves Polpo to death he's always talking abt how great his punk rock sis is the best

has a huge scar that goes thru his face. why? he fell off the stairs when he was little and landed on smth sharp

one million neos but orange's fav one is pop/popself

SHELLMET !!!

transfem also. she is besties with Hornmet

autism stares at u forever. also chronic :3 face

rll good at anarchy, especially clam blitz (SOMEHOW)

she's the oldest out of the best 8, due to this all her teammates are younger than her, they are all little siblings 2 her

she met her teammates when she randomly matched with them for a clam blitz round. they were rll struggling so she was like 'y'know what. I could help u get better ar this mode!' and then she adopted them

SHADY !!!

the most nonbinary to ever nonbinary. uses they/it/ika

Also autism stares at u forever. when ika met shellmet for the first time it was like !!!

missing a fang, got in a nasty fight to defend Flannel (they get bullied :( )

8 BIT !!!

exgender !!! goes by it/its and lots of neos (also goes by dynamo/dynamoself like Rider in my headcanons so they both get v confused when ppl refer to them and they are like. in the same room)

Also goes by many names ! Blaze and Flame are it's fav ones besides 8 bit

chronic fatigue, scorch is always drinking energy drinks

has a weird friendship with trisun... they talk nonstop for some months and then for some months they don't talk 2 eachother.

thang who bites

is rll into art and crafts, doesn't get the opportunity to do stuffies often but it rll loves its hobby (also boom encountered Goggles once in an art and crafts club once. boom was so akward abt it lol)

OCHO !!!

Hemigirl ! goes by he/they/bird/sparrow

has a special interests in birds, owns one million pet birds (rich kid) he loves them all tho (I have to get around to deciding their names and species ough).

had a crush on trisun but now he doesn't know how they feel abt xem (it was v one sided, Ocho barely talked to trisun. later on I think they would b qpps tho!)

doesn't have friends. has been like that their entire life... till bird met Wire ! kinda. he rll wants to get closer to them but Wire is a complex individual and Ocho has no idea how to socialize

WIRE !!!! (get ready for my autism)

nonbinary swagger. they/them

they are mute !!

fast learner, really flexible. they play many different weapons but prefer playing as support most of the time

was trained by shellmet for a bit, developed a huge ego due to this. they think they could've made it as far as they did without shellmet, bc why did they surpass her (lie they believ. they are both as strong) if they aren't just. naturally talented amIright ? (they have problems)

owns aloooot of bracelets. including chewy ones bc they rll enjoy chewing on stuff.

constantly chewing or licking their lips and fingers, they hav alot of scars around their mouth, on their lips and fingers due to this

thang who bites (u)

they have a pet Sparrow (that's how they and Ocho met) and a pet sea slug (Yellow edged polycera)

(chapter 75 kinda spoilers for tha next headcanons)

they and their team have known eachother for most of their life (paralleling blue team!) they are not the same age tho. (buzzcut is the oldest, Wire and punk are middle and the youngest is double-bun) ALSO. they all know ASL

punk does a lot of the talking for them if the ppl they are hanging out with don't know ASL or Wire is too tired to sign (punk knows Wire v well so they can tell most of the time basic stuff Wire wants to say)

[offrozenmemoirs]

I have tried everything with you. Everything. Yet you cling to an ideal you cannot achieve without everything I have tried to teach you, everything I now and forever have embodied. Why do you think of me as another set of shackles, when everything I have done is to try and grant us the freedom you and that thing you cry to the stars to value so highly?

You still deny even that you are the key to it all, to happiness for our family. Does your selfishness know no bounds, that you would deny even your beloved younger sibling of our shared prosperity under your bright and flaming ambition?

I truly do love you, in spite of your shortsightedness. All I have wished for is peace, and freedom, for our house. For us. Can you not see that we want the same thing?

Anonymous Thoughts || Accepting!

Creed knew her brother would never expose himself, it was a sloppy move, and if there was one thing Ariortos hated, it was sloppy work. The way he walked was all wrong, not to mention the lack of cane. It simply mimicked his visage...That meant he had to have sent this as a message. She was impressed, in a morbid way. His necromancy was always interesting.

"Y'know, it's kinda rude to interrupt someone's religious rituals. You don't see me messing up your shit with Avernus."

She wore a smile, but on the inside she was unnerved. Corpses didn't bother her as much, then again, after tearing a giant heart in half and getting drenched in the gore, not much did. Though, once it began speaking, she became outwardly unnerved...His voice sounded congested, likely because of fluid buildup in the lungs. With the jerky way it moved, even mimicking his action of tapping a cane that wasn't there...Her discomfort began to bleed away into anger, and she recalled all the times she had remained quiet, and walked away.

"To hell with you and what you want. I don't want any part of your plans! I don't want peace and freedom at the point of a sword against my throat! Why don't you understand that I'm my own person. Your freedom comes at the cost of everyone else and I just can't abide by that."

Nelia hated what her brother had become. Sure, he had been distant, but a long time ago, at least to her, he had given a shit about his siblings. Even if him and Rafan didn't get along, they came together for the sake of herself and Liyan. Ariortos had encouraged her curiosity as a child, even if that meant that she wound up poisoning herself sometimes, he always sent her the necessary materials to make an antidote. If anything, she was the one who followed in his footsteps of using oneself as a basis for an experiment.

"You're no better than Leonardo, wanting to use me as a way to push your bullshit, and I refuse to be anyone's tool. I don't care about becoming one of the great houses of Nihiran, and I sure as shit don't care about gaining power. I won't be some attack dog for you, and I won't help subjugate anyone either."

She would never follow in his footsteps. Things needed to change, and if that meant she had to resolve to fight her brother, then so be it. Maybe it could be ended without either one's death, but...

"I pity you. You want to pursue power and freedom at the cost of others so badly that you can't even see what you've lost. Don't you understand?"

She clenches her fists, trying to remain calm, lest she begin crying in front of Ariortos.

"You and Rafan were mom and dad to me. I don't even remember what our mother looked like! Every time I think of my parents, I think of you and Rafan! That's how little of a shit our parents gave about us! Every damn day I think of that fucking letter that Leonardo left for me, and I hate him more and more! He turned us against each other, all because of some stupid fucking blessing from Vadu! I never cared about being acknowledged by our sperm donor, not for a long time, because I already had your acceptance! You taught me more than he ever did, and that meant more to me than anything else!

Ariortos had never been as bad as everyone made him out to be, a bit amoral at times, certainly, but he made an effort to at least be a guide for her. He encouraged her experiments, paid for her equipment and even gave her advice on how to deal with setbacks. Her fists ignited, and she held a determined look on her face.

"I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate Leonardo, and Helios. They fucked us over, because that's what House Zarin does, isn't it? It's power over all else...I'm going to burn it to the ground. In those flames, we will find our redemption. If I have to be the one to break this damned cycle, then I'll do so. You better get your head out of your ass by the next time we see each other, or else..."

Creed strides up to her brother, cocking her fist back and letting it fly forward, a very satisfying crack sounded, as she watches the corpse wearing his face crumple to the ground. She held her hands together focusing her energy, before releasing it in a beam of light that burned the corpse away. She watches the ashes of the corpse float away with the wind.

"Now I just have to steady my resolve and make all those fancy words come true...Somehow, I get the feeling that's going to be the real challenge."

Unbeknownst to her, her brother had indeed gotten her message, sitting in his office. He figured things would end up like this, but that wasn't a bad thing. No, it meant that she had made up her mind. He doesn't like the way things turned out, but...It would certainly be an interesting battle when they met again. In the back of his mind however...

"Now, I'll prove that I belong as the head of House Zarin. I don't need you dead, Nelia, but I'll make you and everyone else fall in line with whatever force is necessary. Then you'll know that my path is the one we must walk."

A wistful smile comes to his face. Soon, he'd tie up one last loose end. His grandfather taught him well, but...He needed to be removed. None of the old chains of House Zarin needed to be present, after all, wasn't it the job of the old guard to leave things to their future? He never had any feelings towards killing, but his grandfather had given him advice that he followed to this day. Perhaps, he could be preserved. To have his knowledge called upon when needed.

"I have always needed a shrunken head to spruce up the office."

[absolutelyfibulas]

Sad family stuff under cut because. Y'know. Don't wanna make everyone miserable. tl;dr: uncle has passed, everyone is sad, introspection occurs.

So my mum came over today to drop something off, and told me that she and Dad would be back in Liverpool tomorrow to see my uncle. Somehow he was still holding on, though in a very poor state. He gets periodic bouts of pneumonia, and this one developed into sepsis - my cousins made the decision that he'd been through enough pain and medical intervention, so they were just keeping him comfortable on morphine until he passed. My aunt apparently was both accepting and in denial - she accepted they needed to put him on the DNR/end of life pathway, but also seemed under the impression he'd somehow pull through and come home. Which I guess if you've been with someone 40 years and weathered a major stroke and everything, I can understand clinging to. But his kids were the ones with the legal decision making rights, and I think they'd mostly just seen their dad suffering and felt he'd had enough.

This particular uncle had a major stroke in his forties that really ravaged him. He went from being a physically fit firefighter to extremely physically frail, having to use a wheelchair and being unable to speak. He was otherwise still his cheeky self, and was known to use his condition to con pints out of friends & family.

His stroke is actually how we discovered that our family has a gene that leaves us predisposed to stroking very young, though not every one of the siblings seems to have inherited it.

3 of them had strokes of varying devastation by 50 (this uncle's was the worst, one aunt had a stroke that completely changed her personality/emotional regulation, and my dad's other brother had a stroke that luckily wasn't quite as bad, just left him a bit physically slow/clumsy).

The other 3 siblings haven't had any strokes but are on high blood pressure treatmeant/watch. My dad is one of the latter, something he's VERY aware he's lucky about. It's actually kind of weird symmetry - the siblings who haven't had strokes are the eldest, youngest, and middle.

ANYWAY. We got the news later today that my uncle passed this morning. My dad is really upset because, well, his baby brother has died. And died before him.

But he's also upset because he feels guilty for not visiting him much after his stroke. It really fucked him up to see his ~fit and healthy~ baby brother in such a different physical state. And while I get it - my dad's not the best at dealing with difficult/uncomfortable emotions - I do also hope this serves as a wake up call to try and see his other siblings more frequently, if only to spare him the same guilt in future.

Which in turn makes me feel a bit harsh, because it seems like I'm being judgmental but...I dunno.

My main takeaway from this is that it's very sad, my uncle will be missed, but also my dad needs to try and reconnect with his other siblings because for several years he's only kept in touch with his eldest sister. And he's got 4 other brothers and sisters to feel guilty over if they die before him again, which...his elder sisters are 10 years older than him. One of them is in a similarly frail state due to having a stroke. His older brother is a lifelong smoker. His younger sister is the healthiest other sibling and she's got her own health problems.

The odds aren't great.

I'm a bit teary due to the general sadness, but also the impotence of not being able to help my dad with his grief.

But I'm okay! Just...having those Big Family Event Causes Introspection (Not To Mention The Mortality Spiral) feels.

[philosophiums]

👀👀 ok pls indulge me and tell me all about your ocs starting with moren than youuuu love youuu

HI THIS IS SO OLD IM SO SORRY I AM BAD AT SEEING/ANSWERING ASKS

also god i have.... so many ocs i will handpick a few for you

okay so there's two dnd ocs that i can tell you about

Moren (pronounced morn), a human who was born from a ritual that her parents participated in trying to bring this really obscure local god (who has a nice facade but is evil) back into a pocket of real power. Her parents were struggling to have a kid and this god "blessed" them, proved through the child's appearance being very similar to the facade of this god. Through the rise of the god's power and its desire to fuck with its worshippers, Moren's parents started to resent her, thinking of her as a curse instead of a blessing (also the recognition of the self through the other i.e. her parents seeing this innocent child and realizing that they themselves are guilty in many ways). So they tried to kill Moren and didn't have the respect for their child to bury her, which is ultimately what saved her. She was dumped in the woods and found just hours later by the luck of a half orc just taking a stroll. This half orc decided to raise her himself, teaching her how to be a blacksmith and how to be a decent human being. Of course, she's also heavily cursed and has to figure that out eventually, but.... y'know. She's hot-tempered and doesn't speak a lot (she often pretends to be deaf or uneducated so that she can avoid having conversations she's not interested in). She's a rune knight fighter.

also Lavinia (my pfp), who is a half air genasi who got possessed by a (demon? old god? manifestation of human fears and pain and resentment?) and killed her father and two younger siblings. Her mother came home because Lavinia's younger brother tried to call for her on a sending stone before she killed him, and she was able to bind Lavinia and use her status to get Lavinia transferred to a penitentiary. She was mostly okay there while they were trying to get this thing out of her, but she did end up becoming fully possessed again and killing a bunch of people before a paladin (who had become protective of her after the clerics and staff treated her weird post finding out that she's actually a tiefling) managed to banish the thing from her, but not before several other paladins stabbed their swords through her chest and killed her. She was revived by a goddess of stars and stories and chaos, plucked from the lifestream and put back into her body because the goddess knew that Lavinia's life would turn into a great story some day. She's very big-sisterly and often the voice of reason, preferring not to do dumb things because she wants to keep everyone safe (she's usually overruled and has to keep her friends alive). She's a twilight cleric.

also some ocs for you after the conversations that we've been having!

there's Chuya (the mc we were talking about), who you know quite a bit about backstory-wise, but I will describe him for you. He's about 5'3" with black eyes that are often narrowed as he observes the world around him, like he's passing judgement or looking for something that's never quite there. Before he forged his chain, his hair was black, but afterwards (due to the physical and mental strain) it turned white. It goes a little past his shoulders and he usually has it up in a half ponytail to keep it out of his eyes but still keep his neck covered. If he's running around the city, he's wearing a black face mask to cover his nose and mouth (both because his lungs are weak and the smog is heavy, and because he's trying to remain as anonymous as possible). He's got kind of a bitchy personality, especially when people ask him for things or to do things for them (though he often does them anyway, just complains the whole time). He's impulsive and a little reckless, but also lazy about things he doesn't have immediate interest in. He is also very Gender™ and is as comfortable wearing a dress as he is a suit and tie. Incredibly loyal! Very family-oriented! A bit self-sacrificial! Will push himself to his death for what most people think are not good reasons!

and then there's Umbrius (aka Riu, Chuya's partner), the demon dragged out of hell and chained to a fragile man with a will to fight and a bloodlust that knocks Umbrius back on his heels. Umbrius is tall and strong and knows it. He's confident in his power and lazy to do anything that might make him stronger, lest he alienate himself from his peers even further. He's feared/respected even by demons of the same rank, and has become incredibly lonely (though he won't admit it) in the face of no one willing to do more than show him the utmost respect. Who would have thought that a frail little human with paper-thin patience would catch his attention and hold it long enough that he might develop feelings... His hair is short (a bit fluffy on top) and black, and his eyes are a very odd shade of shifty gold, sometimes without pupils. He can control shadows in two ways: 1) he can steal them from people around him and gather them into physical objects that he can stab/slice with, and 2) he can teleport short distances through shadows, though he has to have clearly seen the shadow he teleports to, including its specific shape, which means that there's often a time limit on the teleport as well. Not loyal at all and would leave someone to die to save his own skin (except Chuya bc he's the first bit of fun Umbrius has had in millennia)! Incredibly territorial about what he considers "his!" Very smart and kind of a dick!

special shoutouts to Kara, who is a caffeine-addicted lesbian with ADHD and major daddy issues, and Hina, who is a mute banshee with no social skills and an affinity for stabbing people to keep her gruff and reluctant New Dad safe

[vyther16]

wip wednesday!

today is a filler wip wednesday with a fic that i am most likely never going to write because i have been swamped with irl stuff; anyway, please enjoy me slotting the Newsies characters into a Tangled au for 600+ words.

snippet under the cut

my gut instinct is to make Davey Rapunzel and Jack Flynn/Eugene

anyway, i'd adjust the Tangled premise a lot, because a lot of Davey's initial character is that he's working for his family. like, he's working to support his parents. He's protective of les in all versions. in 92sies, he jumps into a rigged fight to protect his sister

so Gothel (whoever that will be) took both Davey & Les. Like, they took Davey and came back for Les when Les was born

and yes, this is mostly to further my "protective older siblings" agenda bc i have a thing about older siblings trying their damnedest to save their younger siblings from their own fate

Sarah is stuck at home worrying and wondering if her brothers are even alive

Jack is Eugene/Flynn. the newsies are the Snuggly Duckling crew. the Delancy brothers are the Stabbington bros

Vladimir (ceramic unicorns guy) is Spot

and please don't crucify me for this but Katherine is Maximus (the horse)

like she's obv human but she occupies the role of Maximus in the story

y'know this au makes Esther and Mayer Jacobs into the King & Queen of NYC/Corona and i for one am here for it

and i'm using the 92sies jack outfit bc i love the cowboy hat, so the wanted posters always get his hat wrong and he's always upset about it

Random newsie at the Snuggly Duckling, holding up Jack's wanted poster: is this you? 

jack: WHY TF IS IT A TRICORN HAT

ok so ig Gothel would probably be Snyder bc i think that makes the most sense. pulitzer is the captain of the guard above Katherine and he isn't happy about Jack running about and captures him. katherine and the various newsies from Snuggly Duckling break him back out so that he can go save Davey and Les from Snyder.

but at the end of the story he gives up and accepts that Jack isn't going to go away or leave his daughter alone

(my bff Katherine & Jack agenda is showing)

and like. Davey doesn't really want to get out of the tower so much as he wants Les to be happy. and Les wants to leave the tower. so Davey figures out how to get them out of the tower for Les's birthday. When he can't convince Snyder to let them go down for a day, he turns to the man he and Les knocked out and hid in their wardrobe. It's a risk, but Davey is willing to do a lot for Les, because Les will never feel as lonely or forgotten about as Davey has for a lot of his life

i already said this but i have a thing about older siblings trying (and often failing) to protect their younger siblings from their fate like, for example, in canon, Jack tries and fails to protect Crutchie from the Refuge

Les wants so much more than this provincial life wants to explore the world and to see the lights and to touch the grass. but Davey, he doesn't care to leave where he's comfortable. he's content to live with Synder's moods and brush his hair and make his paintings and ensure that Les is safe and cared for and happy

and that's the crux of the matter, isn't it? because les isn't happy in the tower. He needs adventure in the great wide somewhere more space than the two bedrooms and a kitchen that the tower offers them

(don't mind my beauty & the beast references but when making a disney princess au i will reference other disney princesses) and davey, as much as he wants to stay where he's safe, will do anything for Les because otherwise Les will leave on his own and davey won't be able to protect him if he's not there with him

[dragondemoness]

HELLO MY FRIEND!! I’m happy you’re doing requests again!! I hope everything is going great so far (: you gotta do some research for this character is you don’t know him, but here I go!!

Can you do Himiko, Tenko, Celestia, Akane, Sonia, Ibuki, Korekiyo and Maki with a S/O who has a Cutthroat Personality from Akudama Drive??

Thank you :D and im sending lots of hugs along you’re way :)

Hey hey! Things are going great here! How are you?

And I'm sending hugs right back! Thank you very much :3

I did have to do some research, so I hope you like it!

Himiko, Tenko, Celestia, Akane, Sonia, Ibuki, Korekiyo and Maki with an S/O Who's Like Cutthroat (Akudama Drive)

Himiko Yumeno 

She finds you very strange

She heard about you a couple times, but she never really paid much attention

Until she stumbled into you in public, and you started a conversation

You didn't look too evil, so she just said "sure why not" and spent a couple minutes talking to you

You were actually pretty nice, but your childishness threw her off a little bit

And how much you complimented her red hair

For a murderer, you were fairly charming

She's careful around you for a while, but as long as you're not killing her or anyone around her, then you're probably fine

She doesn't understand your love for the color red, but oh well, you do you

She doesn't mind when you act like a child

Or when you start humming children's rhymes out of nowhere

It's just a you thing, so go ahead

She thinks you're a little weird, but she loves you anyway

But the serial killer thing is questionable

Tenko Chabashira 

She doesn't know much about murderers and stuff, so you just look like a regular person when she sees you

She'll approach you and introduce herself

Your friendly, childlike nature made her smile a little bit

And so, she decided to be your friend

She doesn't understand why you like the color red so much, but hey, you do you

She loves listening to you hum nursery rhymes or songs

She'll squeal and hug you, fawning over how cute you are

Now imagine she finds out you're a murderer

If you're a female, she will be very conflicted

She loves you and doesn't want anything to happen to you, and she will ask you not to do it anymore

If you haven't killed since meeting her, she'll be glad about it

But if you're a male...

I'm sorry, but she might straight up dump you

The one male she trusted, and you turned out to be crazy

But that's only if she finds out

If she doesn't, Tenko will live happily with you

Celestia Ludenburg 

She's heard of you, but she doesn't care

One time she saw you in public and decided to approach you

Your completely white clothes caught her interest

She's thinking about how good you'll look in black

Cuz, y'know, vampire butlers

And your personality intrigued her

You were surprisingly friendly for a murderer

She honestly doesn't mind that you're a murderer too much

She'll never let herself get killed, and she has bodyguards to prevent that, anyway

At first, she definitely wanted to convert you to a vampire servant

But she actually becomes to love you for you

She giggles to herself whenever you do anything childish or get excited at red things

She would encourage you to stop killing

She has bodyguards and a huge mansion, so she will protect you

Even though she just wanted a vampire servant out of you at first, she does love who you are

But the offer still stands if you want to

Akane Owari

She has no idea you're a murderer at first

To her, you looked like any other person

And you looked nice, so she introduced herself

Your childishness kind of threw her off, but she doesn't mind

She grew up taking care of her younger siblings, so she can handle it perfectly fine

She finds it endearing and sometimes funny when you get excited seeing the color red

When she catches you humming children's songs, she listens for a minute before gushing about how cute you are

If she finds out the truth about you, she'll be pretty mad that you didn't tell her

But if you hadn't killed anyone since you met her, then she'll ask you to stop doing it

She doesn't want you getting hurt or even worse: executed

But if she never finds out, you just live your life as a normal person with her

And Akane loves all of you, so it'll all be okay

Sonia Nevermind 

So.

We know how she feels about serial killers

She knows all about you and thought you were more interesting than a lot of other killers

And when she saw you in public, she recognized you right off the bat

And she approached you with stars in her eyes, asking you questions

It surprised her to find out how friendly you actually were when she introduced herself

And how childish and innocent you seemed

You were definitely different from other serial killers she read about

She thinks it's really cute when you get excited when you see the color red

But when you're actually in a relationship, she wouldn't want you to kill anymore

She doesn't want anything to happen to you

In the end, Sonia is probably the only one who doesn't mind that you're a serial killer

Actually, she's one of two who don't mind

Ibuki Mioda 

She's not really caught up with these sort of things, so she had no idea you were a murderer

She just thought you looked cool and wanted to get to know you

And the way you acted innocent and childlike kind of resonated with her

She loves hearing you humming children's rhymes

Would definitely join you when you do it

The way you got excited about red things kind of weirded her out, but that's a you thing, so she won't judge

She probably won't figure out you're a killer unless you tell her

Even if she hears people talk about you, she wouldn't believe them

If you do tell her, she'll be shocked and freak out a little

But then you'll swear to never do it again, and she'll take your word for it

Or you can never say anything, and she'll probably never find out

Whether you tell her or not, Ibuki will love you for what makes you you

Korekiyo Shinguji

He is very fascinated by you

Nobody can tell that you're a murderer just by glancing at you

At least, anyone who doesn't know who you are

He does, and he wanted to talk to you the second he saw you

He finds your childlike nature to be very charming

When you start humming children's rhymes, he'll just sit and watch you

And also very endearing

He's a killer himself, but for an entirely different reason than whatever your motives are

He would probably want to see your kills in action, honestly

And he'll watch you admire the blood with a smile

He loves when you get excited about something, even when it's blood

Korekiyo probably appreciates you the most

He's a killer too, so he can't really judge you

And if any cops try to bring you back to your execution, he won't hesitate to kill them too

Maki Harukawa 

Whoops I forgot to add her in until after I posted this She knew exactly who you were

She knows all the local serial killers

But you didn't look like you were doing much, so she decided to say hey

Just because she knew what you did doesn't mean she knows what your personality is like

So you can imagine her surprise when she found out that you were actually friendly and kind of childish

She knew her fair share of killers, but not like you

If she saw you at first glance, she never would've guessed that you were a murderer

She was curious, so she decided to get to know you

She may act like your childishness is annoying, but she does crack a smile when you start humming children's songs

She stops what she's doing and listens to you with a small smile

She doesn't understand your love for the color red, but oh well, you do you

Now, she really wants to stop killing, and she wants you to do the same

She doesn't want you to get hurt, or God forbid, executed

Whether you do or not is up to you

But Maki understands you, even though your backgrounds are different

And she loves you, no matter how strange you are

[alyyxisplutoo]

[ The Guzmans ]

Camilo x reader (gender neutral reader)

— With Dolores' and Mariano's wedding just a week away, Dolores tries her best to keep her head in the game and mind void of any possible distractions leading up to her big day; unfortunately for Camilo, that means he has to step aside for a bit. But lucky enough, Mariano has a younger sibling his age— who he realizes is just as hopelessly romantic as their brother.

— ☕ pt. 1 (really long lmao stay safe yall)

Spirits were high in La Casa Madrigal, of course, why wouldn't they be? Mariano had proposed to Dolores mere weeks ago, and already everyone has gotten to planning the wedding day. Pepa has definitely been in a wonderful mood, with the exception of a few gray clouds from time to time— the sky had been an astonishingly bright hue of blue. Camilo would know, for he had been laying in the same spot on the roof for the passed few hours now, staring blankly into the same sky blue abyss.

"Have you decided what veil you'd like to wear yet? The angel-cut would look absolutely maravilloso on you, mi hija. " Camilo can practically hear his mothers smile through her voice, and for a moment he swears the most vibrant rainbow streaks across the great blue; it makes him exhale softly, a smile stretching across his lips.

Dolores giggles, "Not yet, Mama, I do want to help out with the prepping before I get my hopes too high. "

"There's no need for you to worry about that, the whole familia is preparing to make your big day perfect. All I want you to do is relax, take it easy. Y'know, your papá and I married in a hurricane. " Pepa smiles sweetly, holding her daughters hands closer to her chest as she reminisces over one of the most beautiful— and stressful —days of her life.

"Yes, you've only told me a few hundred times. " Dolores laughs, making her mother smile much brighter than before.

"Ay, mi niña hermosa, you've grown so much— so fast. " Pepa's hands frame Dolores' round face, mushing her cheeks together as she admires her beautiful daughter. It felt as if just yesterday had Dolores been born, now she was soon to be wed.

"My beautiful baby girl! " Pepa cries, wrapping her arms so tightly around Dolores, she's almost certain she's going to faint from lack of oxygen. Her hands brace her mother's back, smiling into the hug as Pepa whispers so many proud words to her daughter.

At first, Dolores doesn't mind the hug, that is— until she feels a water droplet fall onto the bridge of her nose. Her eyes open, realizing a rather large cloud had taken form over above her wonderful mother's head. Just then, does Pepa start to weep into the crook of Dolores' neck, wetting her with tears of happiness as her cloud begins to expand.

"Uh, mamá— "

"Just a little longer, mi Cariño. "

"You, you— "

"I love you so, so so much! " Pepa's grip tightens, a physical strength Dolores didn't even know her mother possessed sending a stiffening wave to her spine, an audible pop can be heard and she squeaks— the crack leaving her confused yet relieved.

Nothing leaves her lips for a moment after that, having been left briefly stunned by her mother's brute strength. A slight drizzle, then a slight sprinkle as Pepa continues to cry into her daughters skin.

Suddenly, Félix turns the corner and walks in on the sight. Taking into account the growing cloud over his wife's head, he almost immediately takes action.

"Mi amor! Careful, we don't want Dolores getting sick only a couple of days before her wedding day." Félix peels his wife from his daughter, it takes a moment, considering Pepa had really latched herself onto Dolores. But, as soon as the two are separated, Pepa takes a moment to wipe her tears and clear her cloud before approaching her daughter one last time.

"You make me so proud, mi hija. I'm so happy that my beautiful daughter has decided to marry such an.. uh— " There's a moment of struggle as Pepa tries to pick; or maybe even think of something Mariano has in common with her baby girl, Dolores.

She waits expectantly, excited to hear exactly what her mother thinks of Mariano. Other than a few family dinners and visits to see Dolores, Pepa and Félix can't recall a single conversation they've had with him that didn't somehow involve himself. Not to say he is self absorbed. In fact, he's rather far from it. They knew the night he came over to propose to Isabela that he was definitely the timid type, but wasn't necessarily one to show it.

Maybe it was his bulk, the height and build of the man— but Mariano was definitely a strange fellow as much as he was a hopeless romantic.

Camilo snickers from above, watching as his mother intertwines her finger into her long ginger locks as she attempts to think of a single flattering thing to say about Mariano; that didn't involve his body.

Camilo knows about Mariano as much as Pepa & Félix do; close to almost nothing at all. Although, that doesn't necessarily stop him from jumping down to the railings and climbing his way up to the top floor to do what he does best, charm and entertain (with a hint of distraction this time around.)

"A strong young man! " Camilo finishes for his mother, morphing into the groom to be and flexes his biceps, sending obnoxiously exaggerated air kisses Dolores' way.

She rolls her eyes, her hands finding their way to her hips.

"With such ama~zing hair, " Camilo continues, pulling a hand mirror out of god knows where to brush his (more like Mariano's) hair through with his fingers.

"And his uh— " Camilo pauses, then suddenly whips around behind Dolores. "Amazing dance moves? "

Out of nowhere does he take his sisters hand into his, and spins her around once, twice— maybe five times before stopping her, leaving her dizzy, dazed and the slightest bit irritated. She's close to tripping over herself and face planting into Casita's tiles, until Mariano; the real Mariano comes up from downstairs and catches her in his arms.

"Dolores? Are you alright? " Helping her to her feet, Mariano takes her hand into his and keeps her stable.

"Eh, uh— sí! Just Camilo, doing his thing. " Still appearing as Mariano, Camilo bows to the real Mariano and laughs before shrinking back into himself.

Mariano chuckles, turning away from the shapeshifter and towards Pepa and Félix instead.

"Hm, Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal— "

"Please, Mariano; you do know you can call us by our first names. "

Mariano pauses. "Right. "

"Señora Pepa, Señor Félix; I'm extremely grateful for all the help you've given us over these past few days— grateful for your daughters hand in marriage. I feel like I need to thank you, properly, so please, let me treat you two. " Pepa and Félix stand taken aback for a moment, unsure of what to say since this had definitely come out of nowhere.

"That won't be necessary, Mijo, really— "

"I'd love to. " Camilo buts into the conversation, dramatic and theatrical as if he had just been asked on a date. He snickers under his breath.

Mariano pauses, "Actually, I meant uh— meant your parents. "

"He's just messing with you, amor. " Dolores pats her fiancé's arm, reassuring to him that her little brother was only playing. Which wasn't necessarily true.

Camilo had been looking for a reason to hang out with his sister all week, but despite his efforts; he's already been told countless times to 'step aside' and 'not to cause any more trouble.' To 'go somewhere you're needed.' Dolores has always been soft spoken, so being on the receiving end— or let alone simply witnessing her lose her cool these past few days definitely wasn't pretty.

It's one thing her and Pepa had in common, they both don't stabilize well under anxiety.

As the soon to be married couple and adults talk, Camilo slowly fades away into the background. He didn't want to end up on his sisters bad side again, for about the third time today— regardless of if he was only trying to help out or not. Camilo Madrigal is charming and entertaining— it's two things he's always been good at. All in all, he has been trying to open up some time to get a laugh out of Dolores, but it seems she's too busy to even tell him how he can help out; properly.

He mopes around near the balcony aside from his parents for a while, cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he daydreams about nothing special in particular. The only thing that snaps him from his mind is Dolores, who walks up to him with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Mariano and I are taking Mama and Papa out for a while. I know you've been so bored recently, and I haven't really been the best hermana to you, " There's a brief moment of silence. Camilo doesn't bother to initiate eye contact, because he'd rather fake being angry with her than let her see exactly how he'd been feeling.

Bored, neglected, in the way— a little useless if he was being completely honest with himself.

"Mariano has this little sibling. You've probably met them out in town, Y/n Guzman? If you want something fun to do, maybe try talking to them. " Camilo lifts his head, his eyes flickering to Dolores for just a moment before down to the centre isle of La Casa.

Silence.

Dolores exhales softly, "Think about it, " Oh, he was.

Of course, he wouldn't leave before her because he still wants her to think he's angry with her. A little fairplay payback, if you'd insist. So, as soon as his parents, Dolores and Mariano are out the door, he leaves only seconds later to the Guzman's.

—

Knock knock*

Camilo's knuckles tap lightly on the wooden door of the Guzman's home. He stands outside for a moment, fidgeting with himself as he waits for someone to answer the door.

"Un momento! " An unfamiliar voice says from inside the house, then a rather loud clatter follows suit. An echoey thump* rings for a moment, the string of guitar strings stretching on into the air.

Camilo winces at what sounds like someone falling, "Take your time! " He hollers out, curling his finger into his curls; a habit he picked up from his beloved mother.

Not a minute later does the door knob start to shimmy, and soon someone opens it. Who Camilo expects to be a child behind the thick piece of wood, turns out to be someone who looks to be around his age.

"Ah, Camilo Madrigal, what a surprise. " He's stunned, suddenly at a loss for words. His hand falls from his hair and to his side; eyes wandering from their lidded e/c coloured eyes to the freckles speckled across their nose bridge and cheeks. Camilo takes note of the various beauty marks, but there's one just under their lip he can't seem to take his eyes off of.

Abruptly, he unwillingly snaps himself out of his stunned haze.

"Eh, uh— Y/n Guzman, correcto? " Y/n nods.

"Sí, it's nice to finally meet you, Madrigal. Mariano talks about you quite a bit. "

Camilo quirks an eyebrow, "lo hace? "

"Sí, él lo hace. Mariano tells me about your gift and how much you like to joke around. " Y/n pauses for a moment, reaching behind the door frame and retrieving a guitar, looking rather scratched— and missing a chord.

"I was actually about to head up to La Casa Madrigal. I've seen the family around town, but not everyone gets the chance to talk to them considering how busy they used to be. " Taking a glance at their guitar, Y/n clicks their tongue and takes a few steps back inside their home— they signal for Camilo to follow.

He does so, slowly making his way throughout their home as to admire all the framed photos hung up on the wall, artistic pieces as well. The floor, made up of foundation and acrylic matted white tile. The main area was almost the size of Casita's, vaces filled with all different types of floral, rested upon cabinets and dressers. Curtains draped over the entrance to what Camilo assumed is the kitchen, beautifully woven and coloured a deep velvet red with gold accents. Just a few feet away, a short flight of stairs leaving up to the second floor.

"What brings you to La Casa Guzman, Madrigal? " Y/n jokes, making their way up the stairs as Camilo follows behind, fiddling with his Ruana.

"Dolores sent me. Para ser honesta, I thought she was sending me to babysit. I didn't know Mariano had a sibling my age. " He smirks, entering Y/n's room right behind them and leaning against the nearest thing, their dresser.

"Aw, did I disappoint you? " All very comfortable, Y/n let's a small laugh slip as they fall back onto their bed, resting their instrument on the bed sheets.

Camilo crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side at their lighthearted and comfy persona. Typically, girls Camilo's age would fluster with just a glance, and guys? They'd almost do the same. It was what he was used to. Born a charmer, Camilo could probably walk up to a woman his age on the street and ask her to marry him and they'd say yes.

Camilo snickers, "Not at all. "

Y/n reaches into the drawer on their nightstand, pulling out a box of guitar strings. They nod Camilo over and pat the spot next to them on the bed; he sits, quick to make himself comfortable.

It takes no longer than a minute or so for Y/n to install the new chord onto their guitar, and with a few strums and a little tuning, their guitar was back to (almost) new.

"You play? " Camilo asks, he internally burns himself though. He couldn't have thought of a stupider question to ask, 'of course they play, they wouldn't have a guitar if they didn't.'

Although, it seems to go over Y/n's radar. Obviously, they seem a little more interested in settling their guitar on themselves in a comfortable position rather than nit-picking everything Camilo says.

"Mhm," They pause, turning to Camilo.

"Y'know, " They start, "You strike me as an Jota type of guy, " Their fingers brush along the guitar strings.

"Or maybe not, Jota's a little too formal for you isn't it? Fandango? You seem a bit theatrical. " Camilo's smile falls, and suddenly he's stuck in that daze once again. His eyes watch as Y/n's fingers strum their guitar individually, then all at once, then one after the other. Slow, then vastly paced— then slow again.

"Or maybe Flamenco? Fast, slow, graceful, flamboyant— intimate. " Camilo's face grows hot, unsure if he was simply being read like a book, or being flirted with. Regardless of which, Camilo was enjoying it rather equally.

"That's it, " Y/n smiles smugly, absolute charisma radiating off of them. So much in fact, Camilo wonders if he was charismatic at all compared to them. "Energetic, unpredictable. Beautiful art form, really. " Their fingers start to strum the guitar rather quickly.

'Me or the dance, ' Camilo wondered silently, eyes on Y/n's fingers which slid from string to string, playing chord to chord, their hands working absolute magic on the instrument.

They laugh, "ah, sí! " A few more strums.

"Flamenco suits you quite well, muy romántico. " They laugh, teasingly, and Camilo laughs as well, mirroring Y/n's smile.

Their fingers fall from the chords, ending the song in such a graceful way, Camilo almost feels absolutely strarstruck.

There's a moment of silence, then suddenly, Y/n lifts their guitar from their lap and hands it to Camilo, who at first doesn't take it.

"Qué hay de ti? " Camilo looks up.

"Do you play? "

Camilo shakes his head, "Ah, no. Y'know, I was born an entertainer but never like that. " He chuckles.

"Have you ever tried? " Y/n pushes, placing their guitar in his slim hands. He takes it, hesitantly at first, before resting it over his thigh.

Camilo shakes his head once again, seemingly unable to speak.

"Here, " Y/n starts once more, taking Camilo's hand into theirs gently and placing it correctly over the handle, bending his fingers to the needed positions. But, Camilo can hardly pay attention— all he notices is how soft your hands are, but how tough the tips are as well.

Once they finish correcting his finger placement; Y/n waves him to go on.

"Go ahead, strum. " Camilo looks down at his fingers, his hand resting in a position that couldn't be any more uncomfortable. Hesitantly, he brings his thumb up to the top chord and drags it throughout the rest, the frequency sending a vibration throughout his hands.

The strum sounds perfect, almost. It echoes throughout the bedroom for a moment, then leaves comfy silence in its place once it's gone.

"Perfecto, " Y/n sends Camilo a hand signal, pointer and thumb joining to make a circle.

Camilo smiles, "Perfecto, " He repeats, and just like that, the day takes off without anyone else.

Camilo and Y/n stay in the bedroom for the rest of the day, enjoying each others newly found company. Spending their time getting to know each other, talking about their families— Dolores and Mariano —music, mischief, Camilo's gift. The day passes, flying by in a flash and before they both know it, the sun starts to set beyond the Encanto's horizon.

"Holy crap, you really do look like me. " Y/n stands, taking in the sight of Camilo— or more like another them, in their bedroom.

"Did you have any doubts? " He laughs.

Y/n shakes their head, "Well no, I've seen you do it before. But when it's you, like, you— me, it's a lil' freaky. " They snicker, Camilo flipping back into himself.

"Camilo! Your mother and father want you home before dark. " A voice erupts from downstairs, a voice that Y/n and Camilo almost instantly recognize as Mariano.

"Ah, " Camilo glances towards the bedroom window, realizing time hadn't any intentions of waiting on him as the sun starts to dip in between the distant mountains.

"It's time to head back, Camilo! " Dolores' voice calls from downstairs, suddenly making Camilo panic.

"Ahí voy! " He hollers, gathering himself before making his way towards the door, but before he leaves, he turns back to Y/n. "I'll see you.. tomorrow? "

"Sure, " They nod.

He smiles with contentment, opening the door and stepping out, but not before he can say one last thing.

"Come by Casa Madrigal, and bring your guitar— I'm sure mi Mami would love to hear you play. " Camilo, effortlessly and out of nowhere, sends Y/n a wink and his award winning, charmful smirk.

Y/n smiles back, "Sure thing— "

"CAMILO " Camilo groans, throwing his head back dramatically before turning on his heels of his feet.

"Ay, ahí voy! Can't even say bye to anybody these days. " He makes his way down the stairs, muttering the last part to himself as his voice— to Y/n —fades back down the hallway and out the door.

Y/n snickers to themselves, placing their guitar near their nightstand as they lay back onto their bed, stretching across the bedsheets before placing their arms under their head. They start to daydream; their eyes boring into the ceiling just as much as it bore into them— and just like that, Camilo Madrigal and Y/n Guzman had started a relationship destined to last a lifetime.

Or at least, that's what they hope.

— ☕

(Eyes heavy fingers weak fr)