#dad mom didi

[delicatetaysversion]

crying 😃

[gulava]

If y’all don’t stop putting KH characters into nuclear family dynamics with each other, I’m gonna mcfreakin lose it.

[dxsole]

i kept wondering why didi gets on so well with ships where it's just her and the most pathetic guy around, like a certified wet noodle of a human being

and then

i remembered

that martina married jasper.....the most pathetic, pasty, lil string bean, limp noodle man she ever met in her entire life. he strolled in after work with bags under his eyes, chain-smoking, shaking from exhaustion and she said YES when he fumbled through asking her out

[toelessbastard]

tmnt12 infested the brain . ur honor my entire family has heard me rant and rave ab tthe first season ive lost all control

[trashbinmuses]

ANGELICA PICKLES TAG DUMP.

[starhvney]

Halo! Anon who said 'PLEASE KEEP LIVING' again ^^!! Anyway, I wanted to try requesting so can I request a Gene x reader oneshot where the reader has to babysit her little brother/sister (you decide the name and gender!) with the help of her boyfriend, Gene? I imagine their friends teasing them a little bit about it and when they go to the supermarket with the kid the cashier'll give a small comment about them being 'a cute married couple'

Thank you, and don't rush!

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after you were asked to babysit your little sister, your boyfriend helps you with the adorable task

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, established relationship

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: i went ahead with little sister because i only have sisters so it was easier to write tehe. this is adorable btw thank you for the prompt anon! i am still living!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

come over?

i can’t today, have to babysit angie and get groceries :,)

so?

you blink down at your phone, pausing while buckling angelina into her car seat as your eyebrows pinch together at your boyfriend’s message.

???

i’ll go with you.

you huff out a laugh, and angelina responds with a confused giggle of her own, her small hands bouncing against the sides of her seat in anticipation. you finish buckling her into her tiny constraints, to which she pouts at you, kicking her chubby legs in protest with a whine. you merely poke her nose, whispering a “shush” and clambering into the driver’s seat.

okay, i’m leaving right now though

ok, pick me up on the way then

i’ll be there soon

:)

it’s only a few songs into your jam sesh with angelina before you make it to gene’s apartment. you decided to take her up to the door with you, knowing how excited she got to see your friends. before you could knock, gene opened the door for you, dark blue eyes crinkling as he smiled at the pair of you.

“hey.” he leans forward to greet you with a short-lived kiss.

“gaaa!” angelina calls out, leaning forward from your hold with outstretched arms as she eagerly babbles for gene to hold her.

it doesn’t take much convincing on her part, as he snatches her from you instantly, giving her a short toss in the air and planting a kiss on the small girl’s cheek.

“hello there, angel.” he whispers, voice uncharacteristically high as he hugs angelia to his chest.

“eeewwww, stinky baby!” zenix’s voice calls from deeper in the apartment.

soon both sasha and zenix appear by gene’s side, curiously peaking around him to gaze at the one year old like she was a spectacle.

“tell him he’s the stinky one, angie,” gene says, using his hand to raise her fist up in a threatening—as a baby could be—manner. “say you’re stinky!”

“didi!”

“ooohhhhoho, you just got burned by a baby, loser.” sasha laughs.

“not cool, angelina.” zenix pouts, poking her stomach and wiggling his fingers, causing her to break out into giggles.

as all of your amused laughter dies down, gene steps out of the apartment with you,  angelina still snug in his arms.

“see you guys later.” you say, turning and grabbing her tiny hands to help her wave goodbye at the duo still in the doorway.

“say bye bye, angie!” gene encourages her.

“look at them, they look like a cute family already.”

“sickening.” zenix jokingly scoffs.

“gene, who knew you’d be such a girl dad.” sasha says, her expression slightly perturbed by his sudden shift in character.

“are you kidding? if he had a son that ended up like him he’d go into cardiac arrest by thirty.” zenix leans forward with a teasing smirk on his face. “he wouldn’t know what to do.”

gene sighs and rolls his eyes at his friends’ conversation, knowing they were definitely right. 

“whatever,  byeee.” he sarcastically drawls out, beginning to walk away.

“bababa!” angelina waves her stubby hand over gene’s shoulder as you follow along beside them.

“bye mom and dad! bye little baby!” they call out behind you.

“since you’re holding her you get to try and put angie in her car seat.”

after gene gets her in her car seat with ease–much to your chagrin–the three of you are soon in the grocery store with angelina kicking joyfully in the basket seat. as you’re busy looking down at your list, gene races off down the empty aisle, giggling along with angie’s contagious laughter.

“gene!” you attempt to scold him, racing after him as he steers off out of sight. as you turn the corner you nearly run over an elderly woman holding a small basket of baking goods.

“oh, i’m so sorry, excuse me!” you frantically apologize, backing up to make sure she was okay.

you’re surprised to see a joyful expression on her face as she waves her worn hands in dismissal.

“oh, you’re alright dear. my husband used to do the same thing with our baby when we were younger,” she beams.

you don’t have the heart to tell her that you are, in fact, not married to gene nor is that your child as she reaches out to pat your arm.

“it’s nice to see young couples who aren’t so serious all the time. enjoy these moments while they last.”

“oh, um, of course.” your eyes dart down to the end of the store, where gene has now disappeared in another aisle with an ecstatic angelina in tow. 

looking back, the granny is already shuffling away, waving you to go on. “go on and make sure they don’t get up to too much mischief, now.”

“thank you, have a nice rest of your day!” you wave back. her face wrinkles joyfully as she disappears down another aisle, prompting you to take off after the runaway pair.

you turn into the toy aisle, panting as you finally catch up. gene is gently shaking an adorable duck plushie in front of angie, who is pointing and grabbing at it insistently.

“you like this one? yeah i was thinking the same thing. good choice, angel.” 

“gene.”

after handing the toy to angelina, he turns to look at you with puppy eyes and the face of a scolded child.

“yes ma’am?”

you lift your arms in exasperation, eyebrows raised to say, “what the hell, man?” without actually saying it.

“look!” he points insistently to your younger sister, who is donning a gummy toothed smile as her small fingers grip onto the small duck. she innocently lifts it up to showcase it to you, it’s beaded eyes somehow as pleading as the looks gene and angelina were throwing your way.

rolling your eyes, you give in, turning with your list in hand. “fine, but that’s it. we’re here for groceries.”

by the end of your perusal through the different aisles, gene managed to convince you that him and angelina absolutely needed ice cream, fruit snacks, and lollipops as a sweet treat. after the fourth item, you sent him a stern glare that he groaned at.

“your sister is so mean to me, angie.” he teasingly pouts, leaning in to you with a fake sob.

angelina stares at the both of you in confusion, before turning her attention back to the toy gene had snagged for her.

“wow.” he deadpans, sighing as he take his weight off of you to help place the groceries on the cashier’s conveyor belt.

the bored looking teen smiles at angelina, her face lightening up a bit.

“your baby is so adorable.” she gushes, reaching over to scan the teddy bear without taking it from her.

“thanks, but she’s not-“

“i know right, she looks just like her mom doesn’t she?” gene wraps an arm around your waist, slouching over to lean his head onto your shoulder. 

blood rises to your cheeks as you flusteredly go quiet, unable to come up with any words. you can’t see his face, but you’re sure he’s got a shit eating grin plastered all over it. the cashier nods, completely buying his lie.

“yeah! it’s funny, people usually the first born looks like their dad…” she shrugs, finishing up her check out with a content smile.

“have a nice day!”

the three of you leave the store, with gene snickering behind you. you shoot a side eye at him, but your resolve quickly crumbles once again.

“what?” he nonchalantly asks, shrugging his shoulders in faux innocence.

all you can do is merely sigh, the red in your cheeks still prominently visible.

“we got her, angie! look at her cute face.” he grins, reaching over to pinch your cheeks, planting a kiss to your forehead.

angelina cheers, lifting her new teddy bear in celebration. you finally break out in laughter, conceding to your loss as gene triumphantly smiles in victory.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[just-some-random-blogger]

May i request a sandman fic where Dream is forced to interact with children, preferably with Death

(also, despite death being there, could you perhaps not make it depressing)

Didi's Brother

Dream of the Endless x Reader (but its mostly dream & ze baby boy)

Summary: "Di!" I rather excitedly called, grabbing the woman by the arm, "you didn't tell me your brother was hot." She laughs, "don't you think it would be rather odd if I told you 'oh, I have a hot brother.'"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, single mom!reader, Death is referred to as Didi, Dream boy Morpheus is referred to as Murphy, fluff, angst?, typos, etc.

A/N: i hope you like it!!! its pretty fluff! and also nonnie ???? it's never depressing when death is around!!! HAHAHH i made the kid a baby boy because i normally write dream in a girl dad lens. boy dad time HAHAHH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

The moment the boy heard a knock on the door, he scrambled in excitement and ran to the door screaming, "MUMMA, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!"

Upon hearing this from the bathroom, I yell back, "okay, I'll be out in a minute. Don't open the door."

The child nodded but ran to the door anyway, checking to see who it was, pressing his cheek to the entrance. He hoped it was their neighbor. She was an old lady who always gave him sweeties (in secret).

When he doesn't hear anything, he pulls away and busts a lung out, "WHO IS IT!"

He hears a chuckle.

"It's auntie Didi!"

Oh em gee, that was even better!!!!!

"MUMMA!" the boy screams his guts out that it echoes inside the bathroom.

I sigh but chuckle. I flush and step out.

"HURRY IT'S AUNTIE DIDI! MUMMA! mUMmA! MUMMA! M U M M A !"

"Goodness," I huff as I jog towards my son, who was jumping in excitement, "give me a chance."

The moment the door opens, the boy leaps towards the dark clothed woman and strangles her legs, "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Both of us look down and chuckle at the boy. Didi brushes his wispy hair back and gently pinches his cheek, "hello, Benji."

"HI, AUNTIE DIDI!"

I lean in and hug the woman, "hey, Didi, thanks for coming."

Didi chckles, "happy to watch this sweetheart."

When we pull away, I then lock eyes with the man behind her. My lips part at his dark eyeliner, sharp cheekbones, and messy hair, "oh... hello there."

"Greetings," he says, lips barely curving into a smile.

Didi turns over her shoulder, "this is my brother, Murphy."

"Oh," I say, unable to take my eyes off him, but do so rather reluctantly.

"I hope you don't mind. He's going to be babysitting with me today."

Upon hearing this, Benji pulls away from Didi and peeks behind her, examining the tall man. Seeing that he looks quite similar to his beloved auntie Didi, with their goth aesthetics, he agrees with himself that he's probably going to be just as fun as her.

This was how Murphy became Benji's right-hand construction man as he busied himself in the livingroom, building a fort.

"HMMM," he hums loudly, "I think you should up and-" he fixes the pillow walls, "-and- and get mumma's pillows because it's falling!"

"Benji, no," I call as I hear this. I adjust my coat on my shoulders as I head for the door, "just use the pillows here."

Benji whines as his right hand man kneels down next to him to keep the pillows from falling. The boy protests, "but mumma!!!!"

"If you want him to get the pillows, you have to go up with him," I say as Didi chuckles at the child, "and you have to ask him politely."

Benji beams and immediately yanks Murphy from the fort, making it topple down, "uncle Murphy, can we please, please, please get some pillows upstairs."

"Benji," I warn.

Murphy stands and nods, "very well."

Benji excitedly drags him with all his strength, "we can get the stuffed toys too!!!! MR. SNUFFALUFFAGUS!"

I watch as Murphy bends to allow the boy to drag him by the hand up the stairs. I turn to Didi, who is also watching them go upstairs.

Because of the boys short legs, it takes rather long for them to climb the steps one by one. Murphy pulls his hand out of the boy's grip to hold him on both arms, "would you like to hold on the hand rails, Benjamin?"

Benji turns to Murphy and reaches out to him instead, "carry?"

Murphy stills for a moment, but then picks up the child, craddling him in his arms. Something happens to my heart as I watch him climb the stairs with my baby. Once they are at the top, my stomach flurries at the sight of him tickling my son sweetly.

"Di!" I rather excitedly called, grabbing the woman by the arm, "you didn't tell me your brother was hot."

She laughs, "don't you think it would be rather odd if I told you 'oh, I have a hot brother.'"

I burst into a fit of laughter, "point taken."

Didi giggles with me.

"So... is he single?"

Didi rolls her eyes, "why don't you ask him yourself?"

I clear my throat and shake my head, "just curious..."

She raises a brow and crosses her arms.

"Are you sure it's alright for him to watch Benji with you?"

She shakes her head, "oh, you saw them. Just go already, unless you wanna be late. And anyway, I'll be right here the whole time."

Eventually, all the pillows in the house were used to fortify the castle upon the couch. Murphy was then assigned to play a monster and Didi was assigned as a fairy. Benji was obviously a knight.

"Okay," Benji points as he looks to Murphy, "destroy the castle."

He is a bit shocked, "must I? We spent much time balancing the pillows in order to stand like this."

Benji shakes his hands, "no, you have to-" but then hurtles himself into the plush pillows and destroys it himself as he growls.

Didi giggles as he watches the child do this. Murphy watches, entirely still.

Once destruction was laid upon the pillowy castle, Benji stands and then gasps, "OH NO THE MONSTER DESTROYED IT!"

Didi places a hand on her lips, holding back her laughter, "gosh. Don't you just hate it when that happens?"

Murphy finally understand his role. He crosses his arms then tilts his head, a rather threatening stance in all honesty. The prince of stories muses, "𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪. 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔶-" SMACK!

Benji takes a pillow and wacks it across the monster's waist in the middle of his speech.

Flabbergasted, Murphy could not do much other than accept the assualt of the Knight of Featherdown. The pillow slips out of Benji's hand because of a particularly hard hit on the man's leg. The boy then grabs the other pillows and stuffed toys, chucking it to Murphy. It barely hits the monster because of knight's poor hand-eye coordination.

Didi laughs, "the fairy will help!"

And so the knight and the fairy fight the monster until he gets the wits to grab a pillow and shield himself.

"ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡!" Murphy proclaims, "ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪!"

His sister translates for the boy, "sir Benji! He says he's going to eat everything!"

"NOOOOO! YOU DON'T EAT PILLOWS!"

"𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯."

Benji growls through a giggle, "GOOD ALWAYS WINS!"

Eventually, Murphy is defeated, sprawled chest down on the carpet, a five year old sat on his back victoriously.

Benji, thoroughly excited by the turn of events, giggles as he catches his breath. He decides to mimic the man and lie chest down on Murphy's back. The latter feels his cells come alive at the feel of the boy's heartbeat.

"You are a valiant opponent, Sir Benjamin," Murphy mutters.

Didi chuckles and sits down next to them. She rubs the kid's back, "he means your a great knight, Benji."

"Indeed."

Benji turns to Didi then slides off Murphy. The boy walks over to her, "Aunti Didi."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is Murphy a puppa?"

Didi blinks and turns to her brother. She places her hand on the boy's back, "why don't you ask him."

Murphy, who obviously heard this, pushes himself up and sits down, waiting to be asked.

Benji turns to him, "are you a puppa?"

He straightens his back and nods, "I am."

"Do you have a son?"

"I do."

Upon hearing this, the boy frowns, "oh."

Didi brushes the boy's hair, "why do you ask, Benji?"

Benji shakes his head and gives no response.

Lord Morhpeus does not like this, and so, he makes the child sleepy.

Benji yawns and stretches.

Didi smiles at him, "wanna take a nap?"

Benji nods.

The moment Benjamin goes to sleep, Murphy meets him in the Dreaming. The child is clad in armor and is sat upon the back of a unicorn. Murphy asks the knight what his question meant and the boy tells him he wanted to ask him to be his puppa.

Murphy thinks about the boy's words for a moment then nods, "I will be your puppa whenever you are in my realm."

Sir Benjamin, Knight of Featherdown, beams, "thank you, puppa."

[aphinthestars]

Didi Explanation and Aph and Miguel's Relationship

Hey yall I'm back and finally did a post for a question I got about my spidersona! (Did I take almost a month to cook? Yeah and? Also I'm sorry, everytime i draw Miguel it comes out so so so different from one another and also i didn't use a reference for one of these) As always trigger warnings for this post such as child abuse/neglect, spiders, experimentation, death etc.

The question comes from @sweetimpurityloves (thank you Sweet love youuuu!)

Also thank you @didipayasito for letting me talk about your sona <3 go follow her she's awesome

Also also dividers I used for this post made by @/saradika-graphics

For this question I'll make a small explanation first and then go on to the lore!

There are two versions of Didi in our story or AU, Didi Stella and Didi O'Hara, for simplicity sake we'll call them A!Didi (As in Aph's Didi or Didi Stella) and M!Didi (As in Miguel's Didi or Didi O'Hara)

A!Didi comes from Earth-117, also known as Nueva Lunaria or Aph's earth, A!Didi was one of Aph's best friends and roommates with Nico, they were so close they all literally changed their last names to Stella so they could at least be sisters symbolically.

For those who have not read my sona's lore post, A!Didi dies at 24 years old in Aph's story as one of her canon events, Aph blamed herself for it horribly even if the own Didi said she shouldn't as she was dying.

And M!Didi comes from Earth-928, also known as Nueva York, she is Miguel's adoptive child in that universe, being some convoluted version of Spiderwoman (I'll explain in the next part of this post bare with your girl)

Now onto the actual question!

How did Didi become Miguel's adoptive child in this AU?

I think most of Miguel Nation knows how Miguel became Spider-Man so I won't go into detail with that.

Well, Didi was born from a one night stand between a revered scientist and a very famous model, neither of them wanted a child but by the time Didi's mom noticed she was pregnant it was too late to do anything about it.

Didi grew up in a household of emotional abuse from her mother who she lived full time with.

That was until her father became obsessed with the notion of creating another Spider-Man.

They obviously needed a live subject, someone young enough so that they could indoctrinate them into doing their bidding but also someone that no one would go looking for.

And that's when Didi came in, as it turns out her parents had done a fantastic job of keeping her hidden, knowing her mother's career would plummet if someone knew about the child, it was better for them like that, well for her parents not for Didi.

The perfect subject, someone who was already loyal to the scientist, who would do anything for his approval.

And that's how it happened, Didi was bitten by a radioactive spider, she was experimented on trying to see what limits her powers had.

Until one fateful night where her life would change for the better.

A fire.

No one knows how it started or when, but Didi in her contention cell couldn't do much about it, thinking she would die there until she heard how someone took down the door and huddled her in their arms.

The next thing Didi knew she woke up in a hospital bed, she was one of the few survivors, and the cherry on top, the only experiment that survived.

The fire erased any document of Didi ever existing with it, shoving it into the depths of who she had been in that horrible laboratory.

She could hear soft voices outside her hospital room, one in particular who declared sternly "I'll be her guardian until her parents are found" She was terrified thinking it was one of the scientists that worked with her dad.

But no, the man who walked through the door, though a scientist as well, couldn't be confused by any man she had seen before, tall and intimidating for a little girl.

He talked softly not wanting to scare her, introducing himself as Miguel O'Hara, though Didi interrupted him the moment she saw his fangs, becoming completely excited to see someone who had such a feature as well.

Miguel was stunned, but he knew what he had to do, he couldn't let these little girl, these girl who had barely stopped being a toddler and turned into a kid to be at the hands of people who could put her in danger because of her powers.

As it was obvious that her parents wouldn't appear he made the decision to adopt her.

Being 24 years old but having inherited Alchemax and a fortune from Tyler Stone (In this AU Tyler dies with Aaron and Miguel inherits Alchemax) he was able to easily sway people to let him adopt the little girl.

From that moment on Miguel would visit Didi in the hospital and eventually in the orphanage until all the papers were in order.

He breaks the news to her as Didi is doing makeup on him, her saying "It's almost time for you to leave and I haven't finished this yet" and Miguel answering by accident "Finish it when we get home" stunning Didi as he finally breaks the news to her and her sobbing in his arms as she finally gets to have a home with the only loving parent she has ever known, after cleaning Miguel's face up and calming Didi down, the papers are finalized, her little suitcase packed up and Didi gets to go home with her dad, the only dad she has had from that moment on.

(And for those who love Gabi, don't worry she is still part of this AU and that part of the story is intact)

So onto the second question, how did Aph react to the news that a Spiderperson version of Didi existed and Miguel had hidden it from her? Not only that but that that version is Miguel's adoptive daughter? And also that her other best friend also had a spiderperson version of themselves?

.....Not well

She ran into his lab, screaming his name like bloody murder, scaring the fuck out of Miguel who doesn't have a spidersense, he was about to berate whoever came in shouting but the moment he looked around his words all jumbled and he didn't know what to say.

He had never seen Aph that angry, hell he had never seen the woman more then annoyed point blank. So seeing her like that, and worse with all her anger directed at him? Yeah....Miguel stayed quiet until Aph had finished berating him to the moon and back.

Eventually Aph settled down, now more heartbroken then anything that he had hidden something so important from her, trying her best not to cry not wanting to be seen as weak.

Miguel got himself and Aph sitting down on the edge of his platform, they had been friends for a bit and he tolerated physical contact from her so he let her seat as she wanted.

Miguel explained his point of view, he was going to tell her, when she was in a place to take it better, he didn't want Aph to use this versions of Nico and Didi as replacements for the family she had lost, for the versions she had lost.

Aph understood, it was an asshole move from him, yes, but it came from a good place, she sighed and nodded, understanding his point of view but still making sure he knew that was horrible to pull and that she wouldn't allow that to happen again, no more secrets between them, at least nothing as substantial as a whole kid.

And that's all for this ask! Hope you all enjoyed reading it and looking at the art as much as me making it! My asks and comments are both open for this kind of thing so be welcomed to drop them in anytime! Just beware I might take a bit to respond specially since I plan on adding art to most of it!

Taglist: @sweetimpurity @sweetimpurityloves @bluemadnessstuff @stressedmacaronisalad

[hum-suffer]

Didi Didi chp 6 kab ???

Arre shit, likh ke post karna hi bhul gayi 😭😭🖐🏻 I'm sorry

Of course, you'll hurt me 6 (Rajneeti)

Meeting Prithvi and Samar for the shopping is the first thing on her agenda and it's overwhelming.

Samar is wearing a white button up with a blazer and jeans, and Amrita remembers a time where he exclusively used to wear white t-shirts and white shoes on every Friday.

(On an impulse, she glances down. He's wearing white shoes. It's Friday.)

Prithvi is buzzing with energy, despite the hellish PR yesterday. To be seen with his kid brother, buying something for him, is a double edged sword. Some will claim how emotional must Prithvi be, so caring for his baby brother, with whom he's had to bear a separation for years. Samar's soft demeanor only helps in that narrative. Others, they will subject them to scorn for buying a luxury end product with the government salary.

Amrita sits in the front seat with Harsh while the brothers sit at the back, reading through the online opinions on Prithvi. It seems to be the general consensus that he's a bit arrogant but most people seem to think the arrogance suits him. Thankfully, Amrita has been able to mitigate the damage from yesterday to a minimum by spreading some "leaked" talks about Prithvi refusing any more grants than necessary and earning by his investments in several business and how he uses his government salary for charity every month.

Prithvi talks about some dream he saw last night, something about having an arranged marriage and he feverently shakes his head. "It was honestly a nightmare, Chhote. Why would I ever marry someone I don't like?"

"It's not that bad," Samar says, shrugging,"Mom and dad had an arranged marriage."

Prithvi rolls his eyes. "And look how that turned out. I want happiness and love in my marriage, not silent support and political gain."

Amrita clears her throat and gets out of the car as soon as Harsh parks the car, feeling strangely suffocated. Amrita doesn't care what happens to her, really, she can even live the rest of her life between books, following Prithvi and his heir and making sure that the party prospers. But she'd rather die alone and lonely then marry someone only to have an marriage like her parents.

Dev will never be forced to marry anyone he doesn't like, she vows to herself. Hell, she won't even insist him to marry if he wishes to remain a bachelor.

No fate is worse than being unloved so wholly.

She sees Samar stare at her with a look that she can't decipher but she ignores it, walking into the store with Abhinav, another security guard of Prithvi's. It's only after talking to the manager to provide Prithvi and Samar with privacy as well as the best possible suggestions that she leaves, wandering to where Prithvi and Samar are already browsing.

"Whatever you buy, leave a 10% tip for the manager," she advices Prithvi, not looking at Samar. "It's for your reputation."

Prithvi pulls her closer and winds an arm around her shoulders,"Chhodo yaar ye sab reputation. You're always making me do things for the public opinion."

"Because you keep ruining the public's opinion of you," she says back breezily. "I've got to make some calls to the creative team, you two continue with this."

She's about to turn and leave when she feels a brush of fingers against her arm. She looks back at Samar in question.

He freezes, like he didn't expect her to react to his touch. "Maybe you could buy a watch, too? If only you want one, Amu."

She shakes her head and holds up her phone. "I don't need a watch to know the time. Thanks."

Amrita walks away quickly before she can be held again, calling Archie. "Hi, my favourite reporter."

"Hello, my least favourite person."

"Harsh."

"You deserve it for threatening me."

"Technically," Amrita says,"I just threatened your career. And I gave you better news, didn't I? I did hear something about an incentive."

Archie laughs,"You're such a bitch. Go on. What do you want?"

"I'm going to need to meet you to give you some more information about Vijaynath's party. Very interesting information." She's already cleared it with Mamaji. They've both talked about it and they both know that sacrificing some people from the other party is the only way they'll change the topic for now. Offense is the best defence and all that.

Archie is silent for a while. Finally, he says,"Meet me at Surya palace today. 1 pm. Let's have lunch together."

"It's on me." She says, knowing that this small investment will go a long way. And really, it's not her money she'll be using. She's going to take Prithvi's card.

Archie huffs."I'll make sure to order the most expensive wine, then."

"I'm not your sugar mommy, no matter how badly you need one. And dress fucking well, if you wear garish clothes, I'll pour coffee on you." Amrita says, turning around to check on the brothers while jotting down the time and place on the palm of her hand.

Both of the brothers seem to have overheard her and Samar seems awkward like he always is, and Prithvi has raised his eyebrows.

Archie says something and cuts the call.

"Not a word, Prithvi bhaiya. Not a word." She threatens him, grabbing a bottle of water.

Prithvi shrugs. "I'm just saying, you're always talking about how I shouldn't spend time with Sharma."

"I'm not going to fuck him." She deadpans at him, ignoring the way a dark look passes over Samar's rigid eyes.

Prithvi turns back to the watches on display. "Yes, yes, that's why you were dictating what he should wear."

Amrita walks over towards them and stands beside Samar, completely ignoring him and looking over his back at Prithvi. "When I'm fucking someone, the world will know it. I don't do secret affection."

"Who says you need affection for that?"

"Who says I won't punch you for saying all this? Ever heard of the HR department?"

Prithvi smirks. "You're my little sister, you wouldn't complain."

Amrita rolls her eyes and looks back at the watches that Samar has selected, almost all of them have a round dial. But the one he has in his hand currently has a square dial. It's completely black with subtle golden accents. Amrita can't help but think that it matches the watch she's currently wearing.

She shakes the thoughts off and steps away. "I'm going to get tea for myself. You two want anything?"

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Most days, Samar struggles to maintain the shimmer of darkness that dances under the surface of his skin. It's always threatening to become into a forest fire.

The moment he overhears Amrita talk to some guy with such authority, his blood is swirling with need to talk to her and ruin the man if need be. He wants to be the one she has such rights over. She should dictate what he should do, not some random reporter.

Amrita claims she's not interested in the guy, and Samar swallowing subtly, swallowing the poisonous words back into his throat. She tells them she won't do silence affection and meaningless relations, and he feels something pierce and soothe his heart at the same time.

Amrita has always been loyal to a fault. Samar has known since they were teens that she will not be one casual relationships, not ever.

And yet, the words soothe his heart. He still knows her. She is still the same woman he knew, but she is also so much more.

She excuses herself to get tea and he sees Prithvi bhaiya shake his head and chuckle.

"She'll really hit you someday," Samar tells his brother in a half joke.

Prithvi bhaiya laughs and shakes his head. "Nah, she won't. And anyways, I could deduct from her salary if she hits me."

Samar raises his eyebrows. "Maa would buy her a gold medal if she can corral you into behaving, even if she has to use violence for it."

Prithvi bhaiya pouts at him mockingly. "You people have no respect for me. It's blasphemy."

"I don't think you're using that word correctly."

"Now you'll contradict your brother too?!"

Samar laughs at his dramatic brother and chooses the watch that matches Amrita's watch.

(He'd gifted her that watch, ten years ago. He's surprised to still find it on her wrist. He wonders what happened to the other gifts he bought her over the years on her birthdays. He stops himself from wondering what happened to that jean jacket she was wearing on the day he—)

Samar clears his throat and fiddles with his phone while Prithvi bhaiya pays for the watch. The background wallpaper on his phone is of Amrita, wearing his sunglasses. Prithvi bhaiya sent it to him yesterday, and he hasn't been able to take his eyes off.

When they walk out of the store with a new watch on his wrist, Samar sees Amrita's eyes dart down to his wrist and her grip tightens just so on the tea glass.

They wordlessly get back in the car.

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Samar gets to tag along to the meeting with Mr. Bajaj, because Prithvi and him had incessantly fought over what to eat. Prithvi wanted something spicy and Samar was craving something sweet.

Amrita was firmly in Prithvi's camp— she hated sweets and especially sweets so early in the morning just sounded horrible. Still, to maintain even a facade of professionalism, Amrita had refrained from taking any sides and had texted Dev instead.

That little shit was texting back in the middle of class, claiming that he hated the class because the subject was so boring. Amrita wanted to whack him over the head for being so overconfident.

However, now, sitting in Mr. Bajaj's office, Amrita wishes she was back in college and she could bunk this particular class. The day is beautiful, and she doesn't want to start it off by talking about politics and the implications of several PR moves.

Prithvi is the perfect son-figure to Mr. Bajaj. Extremely polite, unfailingly indulging and funny, and listening to his every word. Mr. Bajaj already seems besotted. If nothing else, Amrita knows that Prithvi is a good showman. He knows how to control his audience.

Amrita sits at the corner sofa, with Ritik, noting down the minutes of the meeting. Its tiring to keep with them, but the hour is well spent when they get up and Mr. Bajaj has a promise of a cheque ready on Prithvi's name for the near future.

"Thank you, Mr. Bajaj," she says, smiling widely at him. "I still apologise for the sudden rescheduling and I hope you're satisfied with the bargain between our collective powers."

Mr. Bajaj, a man who looks like every average Indian father, smiles genially at her and tells her,"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Arya. Prithvi Babu is the icon of our future. He is fit to govern. I and Shiv Incorporation will always be here to assist in any way we can."

Prithvi and Samar talk pleasantly with Mr. Bajaj and Amrita turns to Ritik with a tired smile. Ritik frowns at her slightly. "Please, don't mind me saying this, but you don't look like you're particularly enjoying yourself."

Amrita raises her eyebrows and shrugs,"You have some courage, I'll give you that. And really, who actually ever enjoys meetings?"

"That's why I usually arrange meetings for Mr. Bajaj at meals!" He says,"At least I can fuck off to eat while he talks."

Amrita hums at him, absent-mindedly and gathers her purse with her as she stands up. "Next time, I'll keep that in mind."

As they're walking out of the building, Amrita spots Indu standing at the gates, leaning against her car with her arms crossed over her chest.

She risks a look at Samar and realises it's time. She'll become a choice for him again.

[rainbowsky]

GG shared this beautiful performance of 'Big Dream' by Vaina Band & Suxi Ren on his Weibo. It's from a TV series called "Summer of the Band."

EDIT: Lyrics added.

I'm six years old walking in the fields One accidentally fell into the water

what to do

I soiled my new clothes and broke my toys. Dad will be angry and Mom will be anxious

what to do

What should I do if I stand in the spring breeze and cry loudly?

I haven't left home since I was twelve years old I want to go to middle school, which is dozens of miles away from home.

what to do

If you get sick or lose your money People look down upon my thin body

what to do

What should I do if my father is always silent? I am already eighteen years old and have not been admitted to college Should I continue or work part-time?

what to do

I came to Shenzhen and wandered around for a while. I haven’t found a job and I’ve spent almost the same amount of money.

what to do

What to do when people at crossroads often turn back and forth

Didi-da-da-di-di-da-da Didi-da-da-di-di-da-da Didi-da-da-di-di-da-da

I have dated twenty-eight people Meeting my brothers and sisters on the street So just have a meal Her sister asked me if I had a formal job Do you want a house or children?

what to do

What should I do if I was caught off guard and left in a hurry? I am thirty-eight and my child is very obedient. I want to spend more time with her but I have to work overtime

what to do

Firewood, rice, oil and salt schools and hospitals I can't make more money by spinning around

what to do

I'm like a machine that can't stop. What should I do?

I see flowers blooming I hear the birds singing I see people rushing I see clouds in the sky I hear the river flowing I see people lost on the road

I am fifty-eight and my mother is no longer here The second child is divorced and the baby is left to me to take care of.

what to do

He said he would try his luck while he was still young. Maybe there will be something different when you come back I just want him to be safe What should I do if I keep repeating too many mistakes? I was seventy-eight and suddenly fell down The time spent lying in the hospital bed becomes very long

what to do

Facing the unknown, I was as helpless as a child Pretending to be relieved in front of my wife Say this is just a small hurdle What to do when the candle of life is swaying in the wind

I am eighty-eight and walking in the fields I saw a child crying in the wind Spring is shining brightly The obsession of the past is like a cloud of smoke There are too many scenery and no one can see them all clearly How can you achieve perfection if you can’t let go? If life is just a big dream

what would you do

I see flowers blooming I hear the birds singing I see people rushing I see clouds in the sky I hear the river flowing I see people walking on the road

[intellectual6666]

My sweet little angel,no one is perfect nor their actions or emotions are in good state 24/7 or 365 days

U may think u are the worst or incapable but trust me it's not that way I have been through your age as well as the same state,it's just the hormonal changes and a thin line between understanding what the other people prospective

Trust me give yourself time ,go outside, order your fav food and have fun

Mom and dad will never hate u for your mood swings or your unacceptable behaviour it's just they r trynna to sort things through their thinking and way

Please never think bad about yourself

Flaws make us beautiful, u can think, u can reflect and have a fresh start again

Don't stress it's not the end of the world it's just a starting every emotion will make u think it's your fault not it's not absolutely not

Love u soo much my doll

- from your Aahaana di muah

Thank you, thank you so much for this. I was feeling so shitty some moments before but really, people here are so sweet and caring, with no ego. And you, you care for everyone so damm much. Like you're the big sis of all the people who are like me, feeling pessimistic about some things. Thank you so much for being there. I have no words to describe how this made me feel. It made me feel so happy.

Love you a lot more didi

- from Ayushi

Mwahhhhh

[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

Ok dare anon, here you go:

So as instructed by anon ji, i have to describe mere some mutuals in some few sentences.

@hell-lit011019 (Lilu di) -meri pyaaaari beautiful inside-out most favourite didu who's THE BEST and the most caring, loving and cute person I know. Writes bht badhiya poems. Very self-depricating and suicidal most of the time but won't let you do anything bad to yourself and would always always chear you up. Loves spamming me and dropping cute pics in inbox when I'm feeling low. Didu u have no idea how grateful I am to you. And I always will be. *teary eyed* Lobe you

@vellibandi (Sharmaa jiiii) -the srk to my mahima ji, and the flynn to my Rapunzel <3 bheri smart and cute and cool and caring didi who writes bheeeeri well and is the only valid person on this earth lol.

@terimummykejai (yashika di Paagal aurat) -my bandi (yeah we're dating) and my ex-srk. Bht dhokebaaz ldki. Simp. Obsessed with novels and kdrama and kpop and has THE BEST Instagram stories. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. Inki kaatilana Aankhein toh haaaaayee.

@mainapnifavouritehoon (Humari Geet madam): the sweetest didi who's veeery good at hyping you up about the tiniest stuff haha. My ultimate source of validation. Has EXCELLENT taste in music and is so very similar to mine! Desperately looking for her Aditya, writes beautiful kavitaayein and is VEEEERRYY GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL SUNDAR ADBHUT.

@ekcupchaide (momo ji)- humari personal lawyer ji and the chai supplier of desiblr. Is herself baawli but calls me baawli aurat. Satkeli. Adorable and phunny.

@merapehlapyaarwaapasaagaya - kind of mom figure hehe. Gives the best advice. Pretty, sweeeeeeet, caring and loving. Idk what I'd have done if she hadn't been there lol. Di me loves you <<<33333

@midnight-rainnnn (meri chotu si cute si satkeli Disha) -bhai aapki to kya hi taareef krein. Mere pass Shabd hi nhi Hain tere bare me kuch bolne ke liye T-T (kuch bolne laayak ho tab na) Bht pyaari behna who's obsessed with killing and choosing violence over peace. Verrryy creative and paints and draws bht pyaaaara. Has excellent taste in music (loves hozier and tay tay bhai ofc). One of the very first ppls I got to know here.

@thewinchestergirl1208 (Apni Madhu Di) -the first desi person I saw here and my very first human follower lol. Caring and loving and pyaari <3

@remen-nyoodles (raman Bhai) -suuuuuper cool bhaiyya ji, nerd, clicks beautiful moon pics, loves space stuff and cursed stuff. Is very done with Shanti Di's dad jokes lol

@the-eternal-seeker (Avi bhaai)- caring cool cute sweet and funny bhai who never leaves a chance to pull your leg and rn is desperately waiting for me to send him a song cover haha. Thank you for being there. Love you <<3

@just-another-godless-god (ahana baccha) -our cute little baby who's bherii smoll. Super sweet and loving.

@mindless-musing (humari Sonu di) -bohooot caring and sweet didi who'll always cheer you up and check up in you if you're doing well or not and will make sure if you're alright. I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT WHEN SHE SPAMS ME!

@indulging-in-love-or-rage (Meri jaan Krish aka my nincompoop) -loves me, poetry, dark academia, sunsets, Greek mythology, timmy and the Moon and a lot many things. Is one of the sweetest and most adorable people I know. Very cute hehe. I love his voice. Beautiful, Loving, caring, passionate, VERY TALENTED. Will do anything to make sure he's loved ones are alright.

Bus Yaar anon ji Mai thak gya aur nhi Hoga mere se T-T

[krsnaradhika]

Mom : Your dad's honorific would be ‘Mr.’

Atharva aka vaanar : Ok.

Mom : Mine would be ‘Mrs.’

Me : *peacefully having my dinner*

Vaanar : And didi is Mrs—

Me, scandalized : I am Ms.—

Mom, giggling : —Mrs. Krishna.

[simplepotatofarmer]

counterpoint: the kids call BOTH parents mom!!

that's kinda always how i thought it'd go!

like, there's definitely going to be one name they prefer over the others mostly out of habit but no one is going to blink an eye at one of the kids calling c!techno 'mom' or c!dream 'dad'.

of course in aus like 'terrible two', techno and dream don't have a typical parent role with the twins. they're caretakers and definitely the major ones in the twins' lives but neither of them are mom or dad. they're just zaza and didi because babies are small and names are hard, alright. they did their best.

[onelegmissing]

"Grease" Backstories

Sandy Olsson/Yung/Dumbrowski

In “Grease Live!” Sandy’s family is from Utah, and her parents are extremely controlling, to the point of not allowing her to attend school dances. It’s believed that in this version, her family are strict Mormons.

This background works for most any time period. But if we want to tie her story closer to the ‘50s, and/or just want her to be from Australia or someplace else, here’s another idea:

Sandy’s father has a prestigious position in….some business or another. The “change of plans” that caused the family to abruptly move to another state/country/side of the globe happened when his longtime business associate was Blacklisted as a Communist. Mr. Olsen/Young/Whoever ended that partnership on the spot and moved his family as far away from that associate as possible.  He is obsessed with his family’s good, upstanding, “family values” reputation.

And Sandy of course just wants to be a teenager.

Danny Zuko:

“You’re lucky to have parents who care so much; mine don’t care about anything.”

~ Danny Zuko, “Grease Live!” (2016)

This single line goes worlds to explaining Danny’s dependence on the T-Birds, and why he’s drawn to a sensitive girl like Sandy.

So why don’t his parents care about anything?

Danny is the result of a shotgun wedding. Dad the veteran unknowingly knocked up Danny’s mom just before shipping out to Japan. Mr. Zuko returned from the War with untreated PTSD, and a son he didn’t plan on. Because of the time period, Danny’s parents were pressured to get married. They don’t exactly fight, they just exist in a loveless marriage, begrudgingly raising their kids in a house full of untreated PTSD and substance abuse.

Kenickie:

Note: I have absolutely no clue where the Grease Wiki gets the “Kenickie Murdock” from. The name “Murdock” is not given to Kenickie in either the movie or the TV version, and I can find no evidence of it being in the stage version either. The only “Murdock” in the play/movie is Mrs. Murdock the shop teacher, and there’s no indication of any relationship to Kenickie, bar maybe the car connection. In any case, Kenickie itself is a last name.

Kenickie’s “Mom” tattoo is pretty damn corny, but if you can get past that, it’s a detail that drops a bombshell of backstory hints.

For all his edgelord behavior, Kenickie is stunningly chivalrous when he learns Rizzo may be pregnant. Even nowadays, a true asshole would run out on her. Here it’s the ‘50s, he wants to be there for her and his hypothetical unplanned kid.  Rizzo knows what a hardass Kenickie is, yet thinks crying in front of him is “the worst thing I could do”--worse than dating his enemy and telling him “it’s someone else’s kid.”

Here’s my spin: Kenickie’s mom died from some disease like Cancer or radium poisoning. It was slow and emotionally scarring, and Rizzo knows about it. She knows seeing a woman he cares about in emotional distress again would break him.

His father is alive, but absent, if not literally then at least emotionally. Kenickie was apparently gone the entire summer, none of the other T-Birds knew where he was for three months. The Bargain City he was lugging boxes at was apparently out of town. Who was he living with for the summer? His grandparents? A friend of the family? Who knows.

Betty Rizzo:

She’s “the school tramp” (“Grease Live!”) and the neighborhood thinks she’s trashy. Yet she doesn’t seem to live in a ghetto or anything, if the opening cartoon is anything to go by. She’s from a working-class family that just has a bad reputation, probably for incredibly stupid reasons given that it’s the ‘50s.

Betty’s mom had her out of wedlock and didn’t bother to hide it. She did eventually get married—to the neighborhood gambling addict. The last person to find out that this guy wasn’t Betty’s rea father was Betty. Since having that bomb dropped on her, Betty’s one scruple is that she doesn’t lie.

Frenchie:

Has a relatively normal family. She’s Jewish (because Didi Cohn). No one in her nuclear family has any numbers tattooed on their arms though; they’ve been in the States since the Twenties. Why does she have her own TV in her room in the ‘50s? She doesn’t; the Pink Ladies just commandeered the family set for the night.

What do her parents think of her academic decisions? They’re a bit exasperated by her dropping out, pursuing that beauty-school pipe-dream, and having to stay in high school a bit longer to make up for it. But it’s not of the world. Frenchie has a relatively normal, if sit-commy family.

Jan:

The only thing really making her an outcast is that she eats a lot and she’s quirky. Mom frequently gives her grief for her unhealthy eating habits and sketchy friends, but on the whole Jan has a pretty normal life. Or maybe not-so-normal by ‘50s standards. Nothing gets Jan down. Not being called “fat,” not being compared to a cartoon beaver, nothing. Her family doesn’t adhere to the ridged rules of ‘50s society. Her parents are beanik-y artists.

Doody:

His skittish personality runs in the family.  His father is hyper-paranoid that the Russians will nuke us any day now, and upkeeps the family bomb shelter obsessively. Dad has so much unnecessary crap hoarded up for the supposed Armageddon that Doody has no trouble finding parts for Greased Lightning right at home.

Sonny Latierri:

…has been flukning school a lot. It’s implied in the TV version, and goes universes to explaining why he particularly looks so old in the movie even compared to the other “teenagers.”

Putzie:

Even with your slash-goggles off, his character screams “in the closet” pretty hard. He takes ogling girls to extremes, and “jokingly” feels up Kenickie during “Summer Nights” in the movie. The only indication that he might be into girls for real is his admittedly adorable flirtation with Jan, and even could just have been playground-romance. Or he could be bi.

Marty:

Having boy-toys all over the world means that Marty probably has some familiarity with the different subcultures overseas. She has a feu greasers here in the States and one in Canada; a Teddy Boy in England; a drag-racing Raggare in Sweden; a Bōsōzoku in Japan; and a wildly-dressed Halbstarke in Germany, who sends her the weirdest gifts.  

Crater-Face:

…is not the token racist, because that’s just lazy writing.  

Aside from that, I don’t know that I can give him a serious backstory, because his movie-counterpart is just so distractingly old for the part. I jokingly head-canon that he’s a conman in his 40s hiding from both the mafia and the law, trying unconvincingly to live the false identity of a high school student.  

Or maybe he’s a cop on assignment to infiltrate teenage drag-racing gangs.

Principal McGee:

The tight-laced principal doesn’t want any of her students to know that when she was in high school, in the Roaring Twenties, she was the wildest flapper in California.

Mrs. Murdock

As a young woman in the ‘30s, she was part of a small gang of robbers akin to Bonnie and Clyde or the Dillinger gang. This is what led to her prison time. She got a shortened sentence for her work as a wrench-wench during the War. She misses the old times, which is why she assists the T-Birds in their illicit vehicular activities.

[foolnamedjoey]

I got bored and found a question thing for fan kids,,,

Jericho

Q1: How does your fankid feel abt their parents?

Jeri doesn’t like them at worst, at best they admire them.

Q2: How does your fankid react to caffeine?

It raises their heart rate and nothing else.

Q3: What is your fankid's Thing™ , special talent or interest they're into that makes them special?

Nothing! Jeri has no powers, and their chaos control is risky to use.

Q4: Favorite food?

Jeri doesn’t like eating in general,,,

Q5: What are their main struggles, if any?

Jeri struggles showing emotion, and they struggle with self-image because their younger brother (to them) is the better one.

Q6: do they have a catchphrase?

Nah

Cobie

Q1: How does your fankid feel abt their parents?

Cobie is full of love and loves his dads very much.

Q2: How does your fankid react to caffeine?

Just smelling it makes him sneeze uncontrollably 

Q3: What is your fankid's Thing™ , special talent or interest they're into that makes them special?

Cobie can transform to the werehog form from Sonic. An added “perk” that Black Doom gave him.

Q4: Favorite food?

Anything. He’s an actual trash can for Sonic, he’ll eat fruit peels Sonic handed him with the biggest smile on his face.

Q5: What are their main struggles, if any?

Cobie loves his older sibling a lot, but because Jeri avoids him, he often feels like he’s not good enough to be around.

Q6: do they have a catchphrase?

Nope

Spike

Q1: How does your fankid feel abt their parents?

Spike love both his parents very much, despite his dramatic complaining

Q2: How does your fankid react to caffeine?

He’s fine with it. Normal. He doesn’t like it though.

Q3: What is your fankid's Thing™ , special talent or interest they're into that makes them special?

Spike can poof up, breaking any fall he drops.

Q4: Favorite food?

Fast food from some burger place.It was the first meal Rouge gave him when she found him. 

Q5: What are their main struggles, if any?

He puts a lot of pressure on himself to make everyone proud of him, but he hides it was a laid-back personality.

Q6: do they have a catchphrase?

No

Didi

Q1: How does your fankid feel abt their parents?

Didi loves his moms

Q2: How does your fankid react to caffeine?

The first time Didi tried Mobian-world caffeine he choked so he’s a little afraid of it now.

Q3: What is your fankid's Thing™ , special talent or interest they're into that makes them special?

He has fire powers, like Blaze but it has a healing effect on people he likes.

Q4: Favorite food?

Amy’s cakes and soft drinks

Q5: What are their main struggles, if any?

Didi feels weak compared to his friends and family, so he spends too long trying to “fix” himself.

Q6: do they have a catchphrase?

Nuh-uh