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The Hashira and their Sense of Humor

Apologies for the hiatus! A lot has happened over the last couple of months and I'm finally getting some of them (somewhat) resolved through therapy and A LOT of patience with myself. So here's a post that I written back in October that brings me so much joy! Thank you all for your patience ^^

Word count: 2k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

You know those types of people who want to tell you a really funny story but they need to stop laughing first?

And they've been laughing for the past fifteen minutes?

Yeah that's Mitsuri

I'm not entirely sure what to categorize this either than comedic storytelling

She could probably be a standup comedian too, she has some good stories to tell

But Mitsuri is really in her element when when someone else is telling a mildly amusing story

She will just keep adding onto it to somehow make it even more funnier than it was originally intended

Misturi could make an inside joke between you guys too, she is the designated funny friend of the Hashira

I also feel like she sometimes makes self-deprecating jokes, but not on any serious topics

Like she enjoys poking fun at the fact that she's still single

For an example, Mitsuri and Shinobu could be making an order at a restaurant for lunch

By the time Mitsuri finishes her first round of food and hands the dishes to the waiter, she accidentally drops them causing all the plates and bowls to shatter all over the floor

She tries to help clean up but the staff insists that she shouldn't worry about it

Sitting back down with Shinobu, cheeks red from embarrassment, Mitsuri will crack an awkward smile and say "Yeah, this is why I'm still single!"

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is the most sarcastic motherfucker on this list

I feel like his number one policy is "Don't ask me stupid questions"

He's already annoyed like 70% of the time, just don't annoy him even more

But then again...

"Hey Obanai, did you lose this?" "No I was just playing hide and seek with an inanimate object for fun, YES I fucking dropped it"

"You look really tired, are you doing okay?" "Hell yeah, nothing says healthy like eye bags as dark as my hair"

"Can I pet your snake?" "Yeah you just gotta let him nibble you first but don't worry, he's only venomous"

Usually he's kinda rude about it but he does have his nice moments

"Hey Obanai, can you pass me that?" Obanai will just say no but hand and just hand it to you anyways

Some people just don't understand sarcasm all the time and that's when he kinda runs into some trouble

Obanai and Kyojuro were walking to a meeting together, but Obanai had forgotten his jacket AND haori

It was quite chilly outside too, so poor Obanai was shivering while trying to keep Kaburamaru warm

Kyojuro asked Obanai "My friend, winter is coming! Aren't you cold?"

Obanai deadpanned and said "Of course not, I'm just practicing my acting. Glad to see that my shivering is that convincing"

"How interesting! Maybe you should audition for a play at the theatre!"

Obanai's annoyance kept him warm for the rest of the day

Tengen Uzui

Quite an obvious statement, but Tengen’s humor mainly comprises of sex jokes and innuendos

The man has three wives, of course he would find that shit funny

Like he will be in the middle of a meeting, and everyone will line up to receive some gifts from Kagaya

He will say "Come in a straight line, my students"

Tengen will chuckle and say "That's what she said"

Tengen is also the type to be "gay with the homies" and loves to embarrass Sanemi and Obanai by making jokes about being in love or hooking up with them

He chooses specifically those two because it felt awkward to make the jokes to Gyomei

Tengen once spent forty-five minutes explaining to Kyojuro that he didn't actually want to buy him dinner after Kyojuro gave him a genuinely offended look to the highest degree

"How deceitful of you, Tengen"

He pretty much wrote off saying jokes like that to Kyojuro following that incident, but he really can't help himself sometimes

I don't think that Tengen solely has generic innuendos he uses on everyone, he likes testing what SPECIFIC category of sex jokes makes people uncomfortable

Like if Giyu goes to the bathroom, Tengen will saunter up with a finger gun on his chin and ask "Pissing all by yourself, handsome?"

Everyone is throwing their shoes at him

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Of course this sadistic bastard likes slapstick, what we’re you thinking?

He may be good at holding in a laugh, but you can still see that stupid smirk on his face if anyone stumbles

One time Tengen's six foot ass fell face first while running late to a meeting

Sanemi actually struggled to keep his composure that day, he had to bite his lips together to hide the uncontrollable grin on his face

People getting smacked upside the head, tripping others, people getting violently angry, Sanemi loves it all

He refuses to admit that Zenitsu is funny

Now a regular civilian is one thing, but children getting roughed up is another

there was a particular incident where Sanemi had come across some kids swinging on a tree branch near a market he occasionally visited

This week ass branch definitely didn't have the strength to hold up any of those kids

So Sanemi did what any sane person would, and stuck around to watch this disaster happen

Well unfortunately for this one child, the branch snapped mid-swing and fell right on their face

And there was Sanemi, a hand over his stomach from laughing at these dumb kids

He didn't even stop to help them or anything, just calmed down from laughing so hard and walked away to continue shopping

Shinobu Kocho

An absolute queen of insult humor

Even Sanemi can’t beat Shinobu at her best

Do you even think she would stick with the basic ass jokes? Of course not

She can be an absolute menace if she really wants to

Shinobu is just tired of everyone's shit, and she can get even more exhausted from putting on that smile nearly as much as Kyojuro

She just can't keep up

Which brings me to my main point, which is that Shinobu's funny side usually comes out in rants or vents with the people closest to her

She and Mitsuri both express their humor by storytelling, Shinobu's just originates more from anger an annoyance rather than an effort to be entertaining

Regardless of who Shinobu's around, everyone can tell that when she walks through the door with steam coming out of her ears, everyone's gonna be laughing their asses off

As anyone can agree if they've worked in any form of customer service, there are some days where you are so damn close to breaking your cool

When Tengen got placed in the Butterfly Estate's infirmary, Shinobu was actually going to kill a patient instead of saving them for once

Like this man was just demanding shit and teasing his friend left and right, and Aoi had never been so afraid of her mentor in her entire life

Aoi tried to calm her down, "Sticks and stones Shinobu, don't let him get to you!"

Tengen only snickered

Ooooo, she lost her shit

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but PLEASE. FUCK. OFF"

Angy Shinobu is best Shinobu

Kyojuro Rengoku

Look me in the eyes and tell me Kyojuro doesn’t like puns

I know you can't do it

He will howl with laughter nearly every time you tell him a pun

"Hey Kyo, you're never gonna believe it! Remember my friend with a bakery? Well it just burned down!"

At first he'll show genuine concern, politely shouting "How unfortunate!"

"Don't worry about it, his business is toast"

Give him a minute...

"Ahahaha! Good one!"

Not only does he like being told puns, but if he has a good opportunity to tell a well timed pun he will not stop giggling until he tells it

One time you, Tengen, Mitsuri, and Kyojuro were all trying to decide where to eat after a long day of work

At one point Tengen suggested hotpot, even offering to take you all to one that Makio and Suma liked

Kyojuro tried muffling his laughing, but his attention was redirected when you asked him what he thought of the idea

Finally able to cease his giggles, Kyojuro proudly shouted "SOUPER"

It doesn't matter if you find the joke funny or not, Kyojuro's laughter is so contagious that you're dying at the silly pun

What a fucking dork <3

Giyu Tomioka

If there was a form of comedy that’s applicable at any given moment, Giyu would use it on a daily basis

Luckily for him, Giyu discovered it very quicky and refuses to let the tactic go

That's right, Giyu is physically incapable of stopping himself from making a "your mom" joke

Everyone can blame Obanai for that one

Quite literally at any opportunity, Giyu will mutter the phrase under his breath

Unfortunately, because it has become such an unconscious thing for Giyu, this bad habit of his ends up kicking his ass at the worst of times

with all due respect to Giyu's efforts, it just makes him unintentionally funny

in an awkward way

Giyu visited one of his favourite restaurants on his day off, the waiter asked "Is there anything else you would like, sir?" after giving his order

Now Giyu didn't mean it, he really didn't

It just slipped out of his mouth so easily

"Your mom"

Let me tell you, the silence was absolutely deafening

After the two stared at each other in mutual confusion, Giyu just wordlessly left due to the sheer embarrassment and awkwardness he had caused

He tried to go back, truly, Giyu made the effort and walked through the door

But he made uncomfortable eye contact with that same waiter and walked out

He hasn't gone back to that restaurant since ;,)

Gyomei Himijima

I have already established in my Gyomei Headcannons post that Gyomei is the dad friend of the Hashira (go check out that post if you haven’t btw ^^)

So of course he's going to make dad jokes, everyone saw this coming

God forbid you ever complain around him, he will see it as an opportunity (usually)

"Man, I'm really hungry" Gyomei will hand you a bento box and say "Hi hungry, I'm prepared

He is THAT GUY that makes "I haven't seen you since last year!" jokes

Every single year without fail

Shockingly, Gyomei and Kyojuro will bond over their mutual love for super corny jokes

One time while training Genya, Gyomei asked him "Child, what is long and sticky?"

Genya paused his routine to think for a moment, slightly disturbed by the question

"I don't know what you- fresh mochi?" Gyomei shook his head

Genya made a claw gesture with his hands, knowing Gyomei couldn't see it

"No idea, what's long and sticky?"

Gyomei gave a small, sly smile before responding

"A stick, little one"

To be honest, Gyomei's jokes do annoy some of the Hashira whenever he makes them (mainly Shinobu, Obanai and Tengen)

Normally because he's so calm about it

Tengen usually is one to lose his temper over it though

"You really got a joke for about everything, huh?" "Indeed I do, Tengen. I even have one about construction"

Tengen's eye will twitch as he taunts Gyomei "Oh yeah? Well let's hear it then!"

"I'm afraid I can't, my friend. I'm still working on it"

Kyojuro's laugh echoes throughout the meeting as Tengen realizes he most definitely walked into that one

Muichiro Tokito

His sense of humor is weird

That’s all I have, anything that Muichiro finds funny is actually kinda strange

He does this thing where he will go in with a fistbump, but change it to a high five last second

Muichiro can do it the other way around too, but regardless it results in this silly fist-five thing that makes him chuckle

He's a little bit of a devious child so his sense of humor kinda comes from whatever will annoy the other Hashira

Sometimes he will sit in the middle of a meeting and just blow raspberries while spacing out a little

It annoys the fuck out of Sanemi and Obanai because Muichiro's spit gets EVERYWHERE

Even Giyu thinks that kid comes with his own splash zone

He's not one for pranks per say, but he likes reaping a bit of terror amongst the other Hashira

One time Muichiro stole Tengen's red eyeliner one weekend purely for entertainment

the next day when everyone showed up to the meeting, people got to witness a very distressed Tengen

Holding up Sanemi and Obanai midair by the collar of their shirts, Tengen interrogated the both of them where they hid his shockingly expensive liner

Of course no one would suspect the slobbering kid, who was inconspicuously blowing raspberries

Had anyone asked Muichiro if he saw Tengen's liner, Muichiro would turn to the fuming man and giggle

Secretly, Aoi is Muichiro's unknowing accomplice in these scenarios

"Here Aoi, could you hold this for a while?" "Uhh, sure? What is it for?" "Hmm? Oh nothing..."

Don't underestimate this little shit

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“mommy, where’s santa?”

3.1k / modern!dave york x dad!male reader

summary: molly questions where santa is and carol can’t seem to give a clear answer as she wonders where her husband ran off to

warnings: strong language, cheating (established secret relationship), dirty talk, unprotected p in a, dave can’t keep his hands away from you, choking, spanking, sex in a closet, slight bondage, pet names (baby, angel) marking kink, creampie, no use of m/n or y/n, let me know if I missed anything! (not proofread)

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a/n: i could’ve wrote something with joel, but i chose dave because im a ✨indecisive mess✨ also, MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Kids were running around, laughing, eating, and talking about what they wanted for Christmas with their friends while drinking hot chocolate. Christmas music was playing throughout the speakers of the venue where the event was set.

The smell of peppermint and cinnamon flew through the air, bringing the mood for Christmas to an all-time high.

But there was one big problem. Santa was nowhere to be found. Kids were asking their parents left and right, and parents were getting annoyed at Carol, knowing that Dave was supposed to dress up as Santa. The sudden situation made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Goosebumps riddled her body as she saw Molly walk up to ask her an all-too-familiar question everyone else was asking her. “Mommy, where’s Santa?”

Carol gets down to her daughter's level. “Santa’s just running a little late.”

Molly's eyes trail down to her hands as she plays with her fingertips; the little girl starts balancing her toes through her Mary Jane Doc Martens. "But, you said Santa's never late; that's how he makes it to so many houses on time," Molly spoke, hiding the sadness in her voice.

Carol huffs a smile, noticing how smart her daughter and strokes her daughter's face, pushing a stranded piece of hair behind her ear in her best attempts to calm her daughter. "There's always a first time for everything, but baby, I promise Santa will be here for you — for everyone, and he'll get whatever you ask him."

"He will?" Molly smiled, glancing back at her mom.

Carol smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, he will."" Molly quickly wrapped her arms around her mom's neck while Carol wrapped her arms around Molly's small frame. As Carol backed up from the embrace, she saw a smile from her daughter that could light up an entire room. “Now, did you get a candy cane for Alice?”

“No, not yet,” Molly smiled.

“Well,” Carol smiled. “Let’s get your sister one, and we’ll wait for Santa together. Sound fun?”

Molly didn't answer. She just nodded and giggled at her mother. As Carol stood up, Molly started to run off to the table that lay candy canes, her smile beaming ear to ear. Carol hits Dave’s contact, trying to find where her husband is. “C’mon, Dave. Pick up the phone,” She grumbles, bringing the phone to her ear.

Your back clashes against a rickety shelf, making objects fall next to the two passionate, — hungry people’s lips melting together. Dave’s leathered-covered hands were melted on your waist, while yours were in his hair, passing your nails through his locks like sand. Hearing a phone vibrate in the distance, choosing to ignore it.

Dave had discarded the itchy fake beard on the closet floor to get better access to your lips, and the red jacket’s buttons hadn't been closed — practically ripped open by you.

Dave’s lips began attacking your jaw, his lips biting the skin on your neck. You hiss a moan as Dave sucks your neck like a vampire. His hands travel down to palm your ass, a tight grip makes you yelp softly, a sly chuckle escaping Dave's lips.

“Fuck, I can tell Santa is getting antsy.”

“You don't know how bad I’ve been waiting to do this, to mark your skin, to taste you,” Dave growls into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your neck.

Dave’s mouth was hot on your neck, his lips sucking and biting against your soft skin, making you grip his short hair in retaliation. Your pants bounce all over the small area in the closet.

Taking your hands off Dave’s cranium, you slip them underneath his red jacket. You were pushing your hands up in an attempt to get the coat off. Dave, in one motion — mouth still latched onto your neck, takes the jacket and throws it on the ground, revealing the grey tank top underneath.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”

Your nails latch onto Dave’s shoulder as he forcefully places his lips onto yours. Dave brings his hands up from your ass to your neck, lightly choking you. As the kissing was passionate, Dave’s grip under your neck was intoxicating; you wanted more of him.

“Fuck Dave, I want you so fucking bad,” You breathed.

“So fucking needy, I don't want to put you on the naughty list, right?”

“I’m already at the fucking top, written in red,” You state, trailing your hand from Dave’s shoulder to his cock. Dave hisses his teeth at your sudden action.

“Naughty boy, I should teach you a lesson on how to be good,” Dave retorted.

“What do you have in mind?” You smirked.

Dave takes his mouth off yours and brings himself close to your ear. “Turn the hell around and wait for me.” Dave lets go of the grip around your throat; you take a deep breath, trying to get oxygen back in your body.

You turn around, placing your hands on a shelf near your head. You heard shuffling come from behind, but you didn’t turn around, you just waited — almost eagerly for what Dave was going to do.

Licking your teeth, you were met by Dave’s body colliding against yours, feeling his length against your ass. “You feel what you’re doing to me, baby. I can't get enough of you.”

Dave takes your hands off the shelf you were grasping and places them behind you. Dave had taken the belt of the Santa jacket and wrapped the leather belt around your hands, the large strap keeping your hands tied behind your back.

Dave slips his hands onto your pants, unbuttons your jeans, and slips your underwear and jeans down to your ankles. You feel Dave press himself through the soft material feeling his covered length against your ass.

“I swear, you have the best ass,” Dave starts, smacking his hand against your ass. You hiss in pleasure. “In the whole fuckin’ world.” You hear a grunt escape Dave’s lips, suggesting that he’s in a rush to take off the pants he was forced to wear.

You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Dave spit, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Dave’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.

"Damn it, I can never get enough of you," Dave growled.

You could feel Dave's cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Dave’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.

Dave's slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Dave’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.

“Are you trying to run, baby?”

“Too intense, sorry, Davie,” You breathed.

A hard smack against your ass makes you yelp in pain as you feel a harsh tug on your wrist. Your arms being attached to you — your back collided with Dave’s firm chest.

“You’re going to take every inch of my dick, I’m going to mark my handprint on that sweet ass of yours, and I need you to never call me Davie again, understand,” Dave commanded.

You nod. Immediately, Dave lets go of the tight grip on the belt and places his palm on your back. He was leaning you back down on the shelf, having the perfect arch for your ass to poke out.

Dave adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you didn't care if anyone heard the claps or moans that escaped your lips.

Dave had gripped his hands on the belt tightly, making the leather rub against your skin, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. Dave was enjoying that his cock was making you moan, whimper and beg for him.

"Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy," Dave growled.

“I love your cock so much, Dave. God. It's so fucking amazing.”

“That's it, beg for me, angel,” Dave grunted, smacking your ass.”

With Dave’s firm hand, making contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on the shelf as you feel each thrust rock the shelf.

"Baby, I'm so fuckin" close.”

Dave’s thrusts had become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It was reminiscent of the other times you were like this. The stress disappeared the second you saw each other, just two dads helping each other. You loved this; this moment was something you always yearned for whenever you needed a stress reliever.

You hear growls escape Dave’s lips; you guess he was bearing his teeth as he was ready to shoot his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Dave exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Dave's hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Dave steadies himself inches away from your neck.

But Dave’s hips don't stop; they keep going — pushing his cum deeper inside you, some slowly leaking out. You don't question it, but enjoy the moment. “Baby. I can feel your hole wrap around me so tight, I can tell you’re about to cum.”

“We’re not going to stop until you cum for me.”

Dave lets go of his hold on the belt and then melts his hands on your waist.

For some reason, you could feel your cum start to build up from your shaft and almost to the tip of your cock. This feeling has never happened to you before, and this was a different experience than anything you could imagine when you were having sex with Dave.

“Dave, I’m gonna cum; this feels so different; it's so fuckin’ good.”

“That’s right, cum for me, baby.”

You shut your eyes, bearing your teeth, exclaiming as you feel strings of cum escape the slit of your cock, bringing your head back, leaning your head on Dave’s shoulder in exhaustion.

You could feel Dave slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum. Slowly and softly, you felt the belt start to let go of your wrist.

The second the belt had let go of your skin, your arms retracted back to your sides, and you felt light kisses on your neck from Dave. “How was that, angel?”

You turn your neck and plant your lips onto Dave’s. “Amazing as always,” You smile.

You hear your ringtone go off in your pocket, earning a groan from Dave. “Ugh, and the real world has to come knocking.”

You ignore him as you bend to reach your phone in the crumbled pocket, earning a hiss from you, the pain in your ass settling in now. The hissing stopped as you stood up and held your phone. And saw that Carol was calling.

You snicker, seeing her contact on your phone. “How much do you want to bet that she’s calling me regarding where her husband is? Cause me and you are such close friends.”

Dave wraps his arm around your shoulder; beads of sweat glisten on his arm as it connects with your shoulder. His chin is resting on your other shoulder.

“Nothing, because I know that's why she’s calling you.”

You chuckle as you answer Carol’s call, Dave’s lips latching onto your neck as you bring your phone up to your free ear.

“Hey, Carol,” You did your best to sound enthusiastic.

“Hey, is Dave with you? I’ve been trying to call him, but he isn't answering his phone.”

“Yeah, I’m actually with him. He’s struggling with the costume, but I promise he’s almost ready,” You state, trying to get Dave’s lips off your neck as his teeth latched onto your neck.

You hear Carol’s breath of relief as you smirk. “Thank God, I was getting worried. Everyone was asking me where Santa is and I didn't know what to say—”

“Carol,” You chuckle. “Calm down, He’s almost done. We’ll be in, in a few minutes.” You feel Dave’s hand slide up under your shirt, playing with your nipple.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Once again, thank you for helping Dave with this; he hated the idea, but whatever you said really made him step up.”

It wasn't what you said, more of what you did to convince him. Your sore throat after that “conversation” was worth it.

“I’m glad he has a friend like you.”

“Anytime, Carol. Calm yourself down and wait for Dave and me,” You smiled.

“Okay, I will. Bye.”

“Bye,” You state as you hang the phone up, placing your phone on the shelf where you rested your head moments prior. “What happened?” Dave questioned.

“Everyone getting antsy on where the hell is Santa,” You retorted.

“He was too busy —kiss— fucking his little helper —kiss— in the closet.”

“We need to get going; we could only be in here for so long.”

Dave groans next to your ear, causing you to chuckle. “Can’t we just leave? Y’know, and fuck somemore, somewhere?”

“As tempting as that sounds — and I’m fighting restraint to say yes, we need to go out there. Come on, we can have some fun later,” You state as you pick up your pants.

Currently, you were looking for your belt that Dave threw off the second you both entered the closet. “Fuck, where’s my belt?” You grumble.

Dave fixes the wide leather belt on his red jacket. His pants were on; he had buttoned up the red coat and was ready to go. Dave needed the hat you ripped off his head and the beard he took off. But Dave couldn't help himself from staring at your ass as you were looking for your belt.

He was leaning on a nearby wall, watching you with crossed arms. “Y’know, the kids can wait, a couple more minutes. They’ll be fine.”

“Dave…” You started.

“Just imagine me, you, your face on the ground, my handprint, marking that sweet ass, hearing those amazing moans you love to make for me so much.”

“As much as I would love to do that. I need your help finding my belt before Carol kills us.”

Hearing Dave huff a breath in annoyance like a teenager, you can't help but smile and roll your eyes. “You’re no fun, and your belt is right by the door.”

Snapping your neck toward the door, you see your brown belt lying on the ground as if it were waiting to be found by you.

“W-what,” You sputter. “How long were you going to make me look?”

Dave shrugged his crossed arms. “I was just enjoying the view.”

Grabbing the belt, you stand up and push the belt through the loops of your jeans; buckling the belt together, you were ready to leave the small closet while Dave was gawking at you.

“You ready?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Dave starts to walk out, but you open your mouth to stop him. “Dave?”

“Yeah?” He questions.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Dave States, walking towards you, grabbing your biceps, and planting his lips on your forehead, backing up from you with a smirk.

You start to chuckle, and Dave looks at you with confusion as you’re laughing at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re either a softie or a dumbass.”

“What?”

“I meant for you to grab your beard and hat,” You smile.

“Oh.”

You and Dave finally make your way out of the small storage closet, acting like nothing had happened moments ago, acting like you just walked in the doors.

“You ready?” You ask.

“Are you going to see me later tonight?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Yes,” Dave smirks, but you can't see it underneath his fake white beard.

“Then yes, I will see you tonight.”

Dave nods and takes a breath as leathered-covered hands are on the doors. In one push, he bellows a “Ho, Ho, Ho from his lips, which sends the kids screaming in excitement as they watch their favorite person walk into the room, waving and making them smile from ear to ear.

While you slipped inside the venue looking for a cup of water. Your throat had seemed dry after screaming Dave’s name so many times. Seeing the drinks table having water bottles, you take one, tearing the cap off as you watch the kids be joyful as they watch Santa/Dave wave at them.

Carol had come up next to you with a smile on her face; you returned a smile at her. “Thank you so much for helping him; these parents were ready to pounce on me if Dave didn't come sooner.”

You couldn't relate to wanting Dave to “come sooner.”

“Anytime, trust me, Dave can be real stubborn.”

“I’m aware. Try being married to him,” Carol jokes; you can’t help but laugh.

“Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”

You shrug. “I don't know, I would have to ask—”

“I already asked; she said yes, and the girls are so excited to play with the kids again. I swear our families have some fun history.”

“You don't know the half of it,” You smile, taking a swig of your water.

“C’mon, It’ll be fun!” Carol smiled. As you thought about it, your wife and Carol could be distracted while the kids play together, giving you and Dave the free will to do what you both do when they’re not home.

“Fine, you’re right, it’ll be fun.”

Carol was overzealous, clapping her hands and lightly hopping. “Okay, you don't need to bring anything, just yourselves; maybe a bottle will be fine, but no gifts.”

“No gifts,” You repeated. “Understood.”

“Now I got to make sure these kids end up in a straight line so they can tell Santa what they want for Christmas, Excuse me,” Carol excused herself.

Your gaze had landed back on Dave, sitting on the red and gold-like throne only reserved for Santa. You could tell he was staring at you and Carol, conversing with each other. You lick your lips, wink at Santa, and mouth the words. “Dinner at your house.”

You didn't know what dinner had planned, but overall, you knew that it would end with you and Dave alone together.

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a new kind of romance, pt 2

part 1 | s'mores

🖍️ | purple

“Mmm, purple,” Esme said after her tiny scowl scrutinized the coloring page and definitely didn't register Kara's pouting lip.

“Not red? Blue?” Kara offered with a pot-turned-scowl ping-ponging between her niece and the superhero cartoon sitting between them.

“No,” Esme continued with a confident head shake, “purple.”

Kara sulked, holding the uncapped red and blue markers in either hand. It didn’t matter that it was Esme’s turn to choose, but it did matter that Esme was choosing a very not Supergirl color palette. 

And so Kara sulked. She sulked and sulked as more and more of the super suit was scribbled in a deep purple that she didn’t want to admit complimented the green eyes Esme had chosen.

And, honestly, Kara was about to label the whole afternoon ruined.

But then. Then, her sulk softened by the growing proximity of a familiar heartbeat. Even Esme’s eyes glanced toward the door, and Kara wondered if her niece noticed the uptick in Kara’s own pulse. She hoped not.

Seconds later jangling keys, creaking hinges, and heels clicking against Kara’s hardwood floors were met by Kara’s second-favorite sound: 

“I’m so sorry,” came Lena's hurried voice, a little breathless with flushed cheeks to match. 

And Kara, crouched and bubbling with excitement, rocked on her heels between the instinct to jump up and pull Lena into a koala hug or to keep her cool at the coffee table surrounded by crayons, markers, and a very very un-Supergirl superhero.

Esme was definitely less chill, climbing to her feet with the excitement of a sugar rush, and Kara felt a little envious.

“I didn’t think I’d get held hostage by that-”

“Hey, language,” Kara warned, spinning to peer over the back of the couch.

“Sorry,” Lena said with a small eye-roll hand draping her jacket over the back of a bar stool. “I didn’t think I’d be ‘stuck’ in the meeting.”

“Better,” Kara said with a nod, a smile, and absolutely zero interest in coloring a silly superhero cartoon because Lena was here. Lena, who Kara hadn’t seen in two whole days if you didn’t count the fly-by hello she gave the night before or the coffee date they had that morning.

“It’s no problem-” Kara began, watching a squealing Esme run into Lena’s arms, and Kara swallowed down a tiny pang of jealousy. Because it was fine that Esme would want a hug from her godmother. It just so happened that Kara wanted one too, but Kara was trying to be cool and chill because Alex had told her in a not-so-subtle-way that Kara was maybe giving off creepy attachment vibes around Lena.

“Aunt Kara picked me up and we had ice cream and now we're coloring.”

“Ice cream?” Lena asked over Esme’s tiny back-stabbing shoulder. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in question toward Aunt Kara.

“Yep,” Esme nodded vigorously. “It’s our secret.”

And Kara’s eyes narrowed because, yes, it was their secret.

“I think we need to discuss what a ‘secret’ is, little bug.”

“But we tell Aunt Lena everything,” Esme said with a small frown and nervous expression. She glanced up at a now standing, stunning, smirking Lena and Kara’s crouched, cramped, confused form. “Right?”

“Uh, right,” Kara said with a quick spin and flop back onto the floor, eyes glued to the heinous purple superhero monster Esme was probably going to make her stick on the fridge.

Because boy did Kara feel a bit conflicted about all of that. She stuttered, feeling the weight of Lena’s presence from the kitchen, guided by Esme’s tiny hand, now moving to the couch. 

“Aunt Lena, you can help us finish!” Esme exclaimed, settling back down next to Kara who had subconsciously picked up a blue crayon.

And that… that got Kara’s problem-solving skills working overtime because here was the situation: The coloring page was standard letter format, and it was already cramped with one tiny-sized hand and Kara’s big grown-up hand. Add another hand? Even an Esme-sized one would be cramped and… well let’s be honest, Lena had larger than normal hands.

Not that it was a problem! Lena had great hands. The best hands. Her fingers were long and delicate and her nails always so clean and short and pretty and no doubt she could weave and maneuver in and around wherever they needed to get to all the right spots and actually maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult to-

Kara coughed to interrupt herself from her thoughts. Her thoughts which were making her cheeks feel a little warm. Was it a little too warm?

“I don’t think there’s enough room,” Kara choked out. "Where will Aunt Lena sit?"

“Oh I don’t know,” Lena hummed from the couch, and then… 

And then?

And then. It got even warmer.

Boiling hot.

Like, lava hot.

Because then two legs wrapped in fancy purple pants straddled and settled onto either side of Kara. And suddenly purple didn’t seem so bad.

Because then there was the press of Lena’s chest against her back. And then there was an arm extending over her shoulder to pluck up a purple crayon. And then there was a soft, warm breath on the back of Kara’s neck. 

“I think we can figure it out,” Lena whispered into Kara’s ear and it definitely tickled and it definitely sent a shiver up her spine and it definitely, definitely, didn’t help interrupt her thoughts.

- - - - - part 3 | zippers

[kira-broflovski]

Mysterious Injuries || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are in high school + mild descriptions of injuries on kenny

It was a night just like any other. You had finally finished a long evening of studying for a test next week, your chores were done, and you had a soothing bath to just finally relax.

Your parents were both at a night shift, so you texted them to let them know your little sister had been put to bed already.

You were about to go to sleep yourself when a phone call from your close friend and crush, Kenny, lit up your phone. Of course, you answered it straight away.

"Y/N?" He sounded oddly relieved that you picked up.

"Kenny? Are you okay?" His unusually short breath started to worry you. "Why are you calling so late?"

He didn't answer your question, instead, he asked if he could come over to which you said yes. Then, he hung up with a quick mumble of thanks. What was that about?

You made sure your little sister was still asleep before going downstairs and waiting for Kenny to arrive. What was going on?

The loud doorbell rung throughout the house, almost making you jump out your own skin, and you dashed to the front door, knowing it was the very person you were waiting on.

He stood there, his jacket barely holding onto his shoulders while the vest that covered his torso was barely white anymore. He was covered in various dark shades, one of which you recognised to be a deep red.

You looked up to meet his eyes, only to note further injuries: he had a black eye and his lips were split, spilling blood down his chin and neck; along with various cuts and dents all over his body.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You felt your heart drop when the realisation set in that he was hurt.

Carefully, you brought him inside and upstairs to the bathroom where you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub. He was so quick that the smell of your body spray still lingered.

"Sorry for the late notice," Kenny looked down as if he was embarrassed. "I didn't know where else to go."

"Don't be sorry, Kenny, it's okay." Without thinking, you bent down to kiss him on the forehead before getting all the medical supplies out, which also meant you didn't see the furious blush that formed on his face.

"What happened to you?" You asked once more. He looked uncomfortable as he avoided your gaze, so you decided to drop it and assumed something happened at home again. Especially after him saying he didn't know where else to go.

"Let me know if it hurts too much, but this disinfectant is going to sting."

He considered telling you everything. His parents wouldn't cause this much harm to him, if anything he did it himself by choosing to fight crime as his superhero persona, Mysterion, the persona you had no idea was really him.

He wanted to tell you so bad because he felt like he was lying to you, and he didn't want to lie to the one person that took care of him so tenderly, and the one friend that paid attention to little Karen.

Well, his sister wasn't that little anymore, but he still wanted to look out for her. She often came over for playdates with your little sister, and Kenny had never been so thankful for meeting you.

Your little sister adored Kenny as well, so days with the four of you were always so wholesome.

However, he didn't want to worry the most important girls in his life, so he kept this double life to himself. He stayed silent.

He has never felt like this before. He used to just let himself die so carelessly because he knew he would come back, but he now realised how depressing that is.

Getting taken care of doesn't seem so bad if you're the one tending to him.

The way you gently touched him in case you accidentally hurt him made his heart and mind race. You stood him up when you were done, but he quickly pulled you into a hug as tears started to pool in his eyes.

You didn't question the embrace, you simply returned the hug and rubbed his back.

"Thank you." He was trying so hard not to cry on you.

"It's okay, Kenny. I'm here for you." Your words made the poor, touch-starved boy sob on your shoulder and pull you in tighter.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry."

You pulled away slightly and moved a hand up to wipe away his tears, while staring directly into your understanding eyes.

"You have nothing to apologise for," you reassured him and put your arm back around him. "We can go watch something in my room, would you like that?" Your gentle voice made his knees go weak.

He didn't have the energy to even talk anymore, so he just nodded with a watery smile.

The two of you put on some random comedic movie as you cuddled in your warm bed. Kenny had drifted off, and his head somehow ended up in your lap so you decided to slowly play with his hair as he lulled further into a deep sleep.

He felt another gentle kiss on his head, and the last thing he heard before truly falling asleep was you.

"Sleep well, Kenny."

[vveakfish]

do you have any thoughts about the core four whose gender(s) are basically just a trans fruit cocktail that you would like to talk about? because I would love to listen

oh boy DO I !!!

I have So Many thoughts about them Anon, so thank you for giving me an excuse to try and put it into words beyond “Damn, these bitches trans! Good for them.”

Honestly, there are so many different ways to explore these characters genders based on how you choose to interpret their life experiences, and their aesthetic changes, and their relationships with each other. I am of the belief that any of them could be trans in any direction

But, that said, I Do have particular gender headcanons for YJ that i am very fond of, so thats what I’ll be talking about today.

(Small disclaimer. I have not finished all of the comics referenced in this. I am using the information i have to inform these, but you know, i might come back to this post at some point in the future and look at it like “wow, i don’t agree with any of this anymore.” And i think thats okay.

I’m just here to have fun, and i thoroughly enjoy these little guys, and think abt them alot, so enjoy

(also if you dont want to read 4.1k words of blorbo gender analysis, or would like to avoid spoilers for Superboy (1993), Young Justice (1998) & (2019), and Red Robin (2009) in varying degrees of detail, or you just want to see what lables i assigned them, scroll down to the bottom <3))

lets get started.

Bart:

Bart's gender is the most complex, but his thought process about it is also the most simple. I think his view of gender would be very much influenced by the fact that he grew up in VR in the future like…

A body is just an avatar, do what ever the fuck you want with it.

That said, the lil guy has always given me transmasc vibes. These vibes, however, are by no means binary.

He understands that in the 21st century a lot of people do not have his sort of “throw things at the wall and see what sticks” approach to gender, so he’s okay with being put in the box of Boy™. But his gender is a lot more * hand waves vaguely *

Clothes don’t have gender in his eyes, they’re fabric you put on your body. Wear what ever you want forever!

Bart in skirts is something i have seen many people draw/talk about before, and its something i agree with wholeheartedly. He likes hair clips, and like, those loud (actually loud and visually loud) beaded bracelet type things that ravers wear. He like nail polish. He doesn’t grow facial hair, but he wouldn’t care if he did. He’s not on hormones, but he definitely considered it for the bit. “Gotta drink my boy juice” Kind of vibes.

For him gender has Nothing to do with performance, its all about comfort. About wearing what feels right, regardless of whether or not he’s adhering to expectations of masculinity.

Yes, he Will wear that god awful outfit out of the house, haters can die mad

Cassie:

Anon, I need you to understand how much i love early yj98 cass. She is everything to me — her process of coming to terms with herself, and being able to watch her start to feel at home in her own skin. It makes me absolutely feral.

lets see if i can explain why… succinctly

When we first meet her in yj98, her identity as “Wonder Girl” is this sort of amalgamation of What it Means To Be A Hero in her eyes. She has her party city blunt bob wig (Because Diana is who she looks up to), the gloves, leather jacket, goggles combo (that so clearly take inspiration from Kon).

At this point in her life Wonder Girl is not really her. Its very clearly a mask she’s putting on. which is what makes it the perfect avenue for her to explore gender expression without it having to actually be about her gender.

I think the part that specifically makes me feral though is her… we’ll call it admiration of Kon.

The girl is a self proclaimed Superboy stan + theres all the weird not-drama between Cassie and Cissie over wanting attention from Kon. (And i say Not Drama bc its like… Kon flirting with cissie (which like… have you met 90’s Kon?? he flirts with everything that moves) and Cassie being upset that he’s Not flirting with her. and cissie is just along for the ride. She’s not quite as much of a flirt as kon is, but she has her moments)

All of this to say i feel like its impossible to have a conversation about Cassie’s gender without also talking about her experiences with comphet and lesbianism.

At the beginning, Cassie sees Kon — this cocksure, conventionally attractive boy with powers that (at first glance) seem very similar to hers, and felt something about it. And, in the way of teen girls who have been told since grade school that they’re supposed to like boys, Cassie comes to the conclusion that what she feels for Kon must be romantic in nature, right?.

All of this, the jealousy over Kon and Cissie flirting, basing her costume off Superboy’s (intentionally or otherwise), the fact that she wont let her team see her without the wig and goggles at all for so much of yj98. To me it all reads as the tangled mix of undiscovered lesbianism and gender dysphoria that the poor girl simply doesn’t have the words to define yet.

So, then what IS cassie’s deal with gender???

i am so very glad you asked.

She, too, is a transmasc of the nonbinary variety.

I think her relationship to femininity is complex, and ever changing. She doesn’t feel comfortable performing femininity the way the world expects her to, but she is also part Amazon. And i think having a relationship with both Diana and Donna would greatly influence how she felt about femininity as a whole.

The Amazons are strong, their femininity isn’t about beauty, or being soft spoken — it isn’t about Men at all. On Themyscira, to be a Woman is about bravery, honor, skill, and in some ways, divinity. Getting closer with her Amazonian sisters would change her relationship to womanhood immensely.

But it still wouldn’t feel Right. She would be able to see that womanhood can be defined differently, but that wouldn’t change the connotations that womanhood had as she was growing up. She’d never be able to lean into it the way Diana or Donna do — they both grew up only having woman defined as strong and brave and confident. Their experiences are not analogous.

The baggage of growing up a girl under the patriarchy wouldn’t just… vanish because she sees that it Doesn’t have to be that way. In some ways, the knowledge that it didn’t have to be that way could make her dysphoria all that stronger (especially if she hasn’t quite deciphered that dysphoria is what she’s feeling).

but i think there would be a point where two things sharpen into focus for her.

fiirstly she has a big fat crush on cissie king-jones.

and second (which would only come AFTER realizing her feelings for cissie) is that what she feels for Kon is Not the same as what she feels for Ciss.

She didn’t want to be with Kon romantically, she just wanted his gender.

I could see her experimenting with wearing a binder, liking that she can get rid of her boobs if she isn’t feeling them that day.

She already has her short hair, and her leather jacket and jeans, and shes big and buff and strong (because she deserves to be butch!!! okay???).

I still think she would use she/her pronouns, but she wouldn’t be picky ab it (if she gets called sir while at the pizza place, she’s not going to correct them.)

But here’s the kicker — I think leaning hard into her masculinity would be EXACTLY what she needs in order to actually ENJOY expressing femininity again.

When putting on the mask that is ‘womanhood’ becomes something that she can Choose to do, rather than something that is being forced on her, it can be pleasant. Like playing dress up.

She has a new appreciation for it, especially since her friends respect her gender, and she knows at the end of the day, when she takes the makeup, the clothes, and the wig off, underneath it all she’s just her.

(Small addendum re: TT’03 Cassie’s fem phase. I have Many thoughts about this as well, and while they end up in roughly the same place, i exploring her experience with comphet and her decision to dress in a more traditionally feminine in that run is something id like to explore in another post (once i’ve actually read the run too.)

Cissie (bonus):

This one should be shorter than Cassies, mainly because my reasoning for it is much simpler.

YJ'98 (#11)

She lists all these names, all of them feminine except for Fucking Ralph. “One weird phase” she calls it.

To me, Cissie is a transgirl through and through. She has this huge list of femme names she tried on while she tried to find the one that fit best. She mentions ralph in this off handed way, as if its not important, and i think thats just her way of dismissing her deadname as something of little consequence.

(that said, i think there’s lots of fun to be had with transmasc cissie, or tried transing-her-gender and realized it wasn’t for her Cissie. But as a transfemme, tgirl cissie is So important to me <3)

Kon:

other people on here have made posts about Kon’s gender that are much more coherent than this will be, but i’m putting the words down anyway. bear with me.

Kon’s experience with identity (especially in his earlier years) is almost entirely about the external rather than the internal.

Kon has his whole life planned out for him from the moment he opens his eyes. It’s simple really — become Superman.

So you have this freshly hatched teenage boy, saving the world as Superman (not the Only one, but definitely the coolest one (Kon would argue)). All eyes on him, all the time. In some ways, performance is inseparable from who he is. From the very beginning, everything he does is on display.

He starts his life with a Name (Superman), a life path (…again, Superman), and all the confidence of a sixteen year old jock with nothing but wins under his belt. then it all gets taken away.

Turns out Clark ISNT dead, and the world doesn’t need its pint sized superman anymore now that its got the real thing.

enter Superboy

Kon’s entire identity, his whole purpose for being alive, was to step into the shoes of a dead man who is no longer dead. So where does that leave our genetically engineered test tube baby?

lost, and extremely confused.

But he’s good at using his charisma as a shield, and even better at keeping himself busy. His problems aren’t there if he doesn’t have the time to think about them, right?

and i think that’s true about his gender as well.

Similar to Cassie, his discovery and exploration of his gender feels incredibly tied to his sexuality (to me). If you’ve read sb93, you know Kon’s deal with women. He is cute & conventionally attractive & he's like superman with a fashion sense, so of course there are people fawning over him.

And he loves the attention. He likes that people want him, or that they are looking at him. The issue is he doesn’t have the life experience to realize that their reasons for paying attention to him are often very shallow, manipulative, or selfish.

He isn’t treated as a person very often. He’s a brand, a product, a tool, a weapon. He’s arm candy, he’s a photo op, he’s a headline, he’s a paycheck. And it takes him a long time to be able to tell the difference between someone Liking Him & someone Using Him.

For the longest Time, Superboy is all he is. He doesn’t have a name outside of that identity (except for the various pet names the women in his life give him (kid & pup, mainly)).

And even when Clark does give him his real name, Kon-El, its still Attatched to his identity as Superboy.

I dont think that he would really even be able to start dissecting how HE feels about his identity until he’s much older.

Part of this would come from the space to be someone else that gaining a civilian identity would give him. As Superboy, the goal has always been to stand out, to be seen, to shine like the sun.

As Conner Kent, he has to blend in. He doesnt want to draw attention to himself, or the Kents, or Clark. He has to fit in, which was never something he had to do as Kon. And i think it would kind of chafe at him — but he wouldn’t really know why.

I think he’d chalk it up to how different of an experience it is. Not being loud, having to be normal™. And so i think he’d just… continue to play the part. For a while anyway.

And like, part of being Normalest Boy Conner Kent would also involve actively un-queer coding himself for the sake of fitting into the ecosystem of Smallville High. and its like…

Young Justice, as a friend group, is SOOO queerplatonic. The lines between romantic and platonic intimacy are so blurred, and Prior to Kon’s YJ days he he was also like… living with these woman who he had complicated relationships with that also blurred the lines between platonic, romantic, and sexual (…looking at you, Knockout).

So learning where the line is when it comes to how he can acceptably interact with his civilian friends (particularly the boys) would Really open his eyes to just how close he is with Bart and Tim, and how similar his feelings for them are to his feelings for… lets say, Simon Valentine.

But i dont think That is what would actually tip the scale. I think realizing that these feelings for his friends aren’t considered ‘normal’ would make him shove them down deeper. As ‘Conner’ anyway.

from here it could go two ways, right?

Either we get Teen Titans ‘03 t-shirt Kon, who sheds his GNC 90s swag in exchange for adhering closer to traditional (read; boring) masculine gender roles.

or we get a Kon who leans Harder into his punk roots, but its a conscious choice now.

(this isn’t even digging into how he would feel once Jon comes into the picture, because while Kon cares for that boy Deeply, his feelings abt the new kiddo in the family could also be very complicated. But that’s a post for another time.)

Personally i prefer the second one.

Kon has always been a curious kid, i love the way he makes pop culture references, and how he bases his behavior off of 90’s teen tropes that he Most Definitely learned from TV. In his early days this wasn’t done in a research way necessarily, but he Did want to learn what it was like to Be a Teen™, and TV was the easiest way to figure that out.

(and, playing in the space of Kon adaptations, his love of media/pop culture, and just over all thirst for knowledge, are present both in the Reign of the Supermen Movie, and in his iteration during the n52 (which is one of the few things i personally have internalized from reading n52 Superboy/Teen Titans)).

But post gay awakening, i feel liked he’d be interested not just in behaviors, but also the context of them. Digging into punk as a subculture rather than as an aesthetic. Learning about its connections to queerness, and community, and self expression. And i think this would be extremely freeing for him. (especially if this were around the time of Jon becoming Superboy v.3, but again, not the point of this post.)

this all culminates in Kon being like yk? gender just… isnt for me. Like, it takes im a long time to get to this point, but realizing that the path that was set out for him is just one of the potential paths he can take, and while he might not know where this new path will take him, its his, that that matters.

And also like, Because his friends are who they are, he’s seen different versions of queerness, and transness, but i think it would take him a bit to see himself as someone who Isn’t Cis bc like… he doesnt have dysphoria in the traditional sense.

He’s still the beefcake he’s always been, but i think he’d start playing with makeup when he realizes it makes him feel good (he shows up the the cave one day with smudgy eye liner and Cissie is immediately like a) you look so good and b) can i Please do your makeup? (and then she does it, and he looks so pretty, and he gets these weird giddy feelings that he doesn’t realize is gender euphoria until his friends start talking abt gender euphoria)

His uniform starts to get more personalized too, like the designs where he has knee patches, and all his little belts, and stuff. maybe he starts experimenting with showing skin. bc he deserves it

(’its for maximum sun exposure!!!’ is the what he tells clark… he’s not sure if clark bought it or not)

And hey, exploring gender presentation more as Superboy might help him do the same as Conner. Cassie will take him thrifting, he’ll try of a flowy skirt or a sun dress or something and then its Over. Gender euphoria part two, electric boogagloo.

In the end, its about realizing that adhering gender roles (and truthfully, any socially imposed ‘rule’ about self expression) is something he can simply Choose not to do. And i think this freedom would be something that benefits him in his civilian life as well.

His gender is: literally what ever, man.

Tim:

Ok, here’s the thing about Tim and gender, right? I think he’s kind of just comfortable as he is. He’s good at playing the roles he needs to in what ever situation hes thrown into. ‘Robin’ and ‘Tim Drake’ (and even ‘Tim Drake-Wayne’ if you want to split hairs) might be masks he wears, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less him. if that makes sense. like…

Lets look at the differences between Bruce (or Brucie) and Batman for a second. They really are different people. Batman is who bruce is at his core, ‘bruce’ is this sort of liminal space between the cowl and his public persona, and then theres Brucie™, and well, you know how he is. These are personas that Bruce puts on.

With Tim its like he just highlights different aspects of himself when a situation requires it. (oh no, the autistic!Tim head canons are being loud today.) But like, he’s Always been masking. And i think this is something he would look at as like… getting a good grade in adapting. or something. He’s comfortable, all the roles he plays are ones he’s familiar with, and he doesn’t really question who he is outside of who he needs to be.

That is, until Caroline Hill makes an appearance.

I feel that the decision to go undercover as a woman was a wholly practical decision in the moment. It’s what the mission required, and therefore tim stepped up. Its just another mask, right? Surely this wont awaken anything in him…right?

But this is an entirely new mask. And i think it might like… shift the way he looks at/thinks about the other masks he puts on. He was able to step into a role that was very foreign to him, and it Worked. (and he felt pretty, which like… woah, thats a new feeling. and he kinda liked it? file that under ‘thoughts he doesn’t have the bandwidth to process right now.’ Bruce needs him back at the cave! its time to debreif! and he has a biology test tmrw! no time for gender scaries!!!).

I think it would take a while for him to be able to admit it to himself though. Because like… hes Not uncomfortable with his body, but he also keeps thinking about how good he felt dressed up femininely, and how he felt powerful, in a way. That putting on that mask felt just as good as putting on his domino.

Personally, i think itd be funny if instead of coming out right away, Tim doing undercover missions essentially in drag becomes a recurring thing. And i imagine some people give him a hard time. (not in a transphobic way or anything, i just mean like, teasing him fondly or what ever.) (Also, i like to imagine that when cissie Did kons makeup, bart and Tim jumped in there too bc like hey why not, and hoooooo boy, if Tims egg hadn’t cracked before then, it sure would have cracked after.)

The thing about him is, i’m not sure if he’d come to the realization himself. You know, that he would like to present femme sometimes, in a situation that has Nothing to do with a mission.

I could see Tim convincing himself that its a pointless or frivolous desire, which is Why he relegates his time presenting femme to when he can prove that it’s useful.

but i have this image in my mind, right? Of him, taking his makeup and wig off, and hes chatting with whoever is in the room with him (literally anyone else mentioned above… or Dick). And Tim’s just talking about how he wishes he could present this way in situations other than missions.

and the other person in the room is just like… i mean, you literally can.

and hes just like…. shit you’re right. i Can :0

I could probably go further into depth abt this, but i think this just frees him to start playing with gender more as Tim. and start to recognize when he’s feeling more masculine, more feminine, or somewhere in between.

His gender isn’t consistent, its this thing he’s constantly listening to, and trying to understand. but in the mean time, he can paint his face, and wear pretty clothes, or dress like just Some Guy, or be a hedgehog dressed in traffic light colors, or what ever his heart desires.

As far as like… how He describes his gender, i think he’d say something corny like bi^2 (bi of both the sexual and the gendered varieties). Or shrug, handwave, generally give a non-helpful vague description. Or tell who evers asking to buzz off.

(small addendum wrt Kon and Cassie in TT’03. I haven’t read this run yet, so i didn’t really include it in this post. But i Do have thoughts about what might cause the two of them (my gnc besties from my comics books) to lean sooooo hard into traditional gender roles after being So Queercoded in their other appearences. Before i talk abt that though, i want to read the comic. So, that will have to be a post for another time)

ANYWAY, heres that TL;DR i promised.

Bart: NB Transmasc Cassie: NB Lesbian (of the transmasc variety) Kon: Agender Tim: Fluid (bi-gender) + Cissie: Transgirl

Thank you soooooo much for giving me the opporrtunity to ramble abt the silles and how Not Cis i think they are. Love you forever.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

🔞 Riot in something sexy!!

👀 couldn't resist, i love you anon

I even wrote a little something

Disclaimer: This is my personal headcanon of Simon's face. There are many others if you don't like mine and it's okay!

Setting: in the future, when they're (semi-publicly) official.

Overly-used trope: undercover operation/dress as a client+prostitute

Ghost grumbled something under his breath, sitting on the bed of the hotel suite, avoiding purposefully Gaz and Soap's grinning faces. He was already wearing his suit except the jacket, and was fucking ready to tear it off and strangle those two idiots.

"Are ye going tae take much longer, bonnie? Yer dashing partner is getting restless" Soap called loudly, earning another low growl from Ghost.

"Coming!" The door to the bathroom opened, and Riot appeared on the treshold, all dolled up and with a mischievous, big smile.

As big as the slits on the dress she was wearing.

"You look good" Gaz congratulated her as she stepped into the bedroom, doing a playful twirl. Soap's jaw was almost resting on his chest, speechless, while Simon was plainly staring. And sweating.

"No" Ghost and Soap said at the same time, shaking their heads. Gaz started laughing.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Riot pretended to not understand, batting her long eyelashes innocently while she walked to the bed where Ghost was still sitting. "Price said I'm supposed to look like a whore, that in that party the only women present are..."

"Absolutely fucking not" Ghost almost barked, his hands balled in fists on his knees.

"Yer not going out in that!" Soap shook his head, crossing his arms. "Not happening"

Gaz was laughing his ass off by then.

"But why...? Price said I had to look sexy..." Christine smirked, stopping right in front of Simon, and raised one of her legs to playfully place her heeled foot on the bed frame, right between his legs. "Do I look sexy, cariño?"

Ghost stared at her legs, all the way from her thin ankles, up to her strong thighs and further because the fucking skirt of the dress was now bunched up around her hips, teasing the red lace beneath.

Red.

Fuckin' Hell

His trousers were almost cutting his blood circulation.

"You're not going out in that, and that's final" He grunted, trying to cling to his self-control to avoid just grabbing her right there and pulling her to his lap. "Choose another dress"

"But Price..."

"Ah will speak with fucking Price but yer not wearing that" Soap intervened, walking to the suite door. "In fact am gonna tell him a piece of meh mind"

Gaz opened the door dutifully to allow him to go out.

"But what do I do about this dress then?" She pouted, trying hard not to smile, and Ghost took air in, patiently.

"... leave it here. For later" Because I'm gonna tear it off of you

"Oh" Smiling, she leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose before going back to the bathroom. He purposefully avoided looking at the still grinning Gaz.

She took shorter this time to go out, wearing another short dress, but this one at least had more fabric.

"This one?" She did another twirl after walking to her previous position between his legs.

Ghost just grunted in approval, caressing her leg right where the hem of the skirt ended, and resisting the temptation to slide his fingers up.

Riot looked at Gaz, still smiling, and winked. Gaz smiled back and bowed.

It had been Gaz's idea, to show the first dress (which she reeeeally did not want) to get Ghost to agree on the second.

Poor Price.

[bengiyo]

Step By Step Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week, fans created a stir because they read a scene a certain way, and Dee Hup House decided to edit the scene in question. I am not happy about this. Otherwise, Pat is leading his first big project involving creating an ad for a client. Jeng has been hovering at a distance, and many lines are being crossed with them. Jaab and Jen also crossed a line and kissed. Put has thrown down the gauntlet with Jeng, making his intentions towards Pat clear. Ae is pregnant, and this apparently something Beam feels a lot about?? Still, Pat and Jeng had something almost like a date to see the fireworks.

Dick is abundant and low in value, and I'm glad Pat is getting other guys sliding into his DMs.

I'm glad Chot is out of the hospital. Also, Jeng needs to stop looking at Pat so fondly at work.

Jeng was so worried if Pat would like his food, only to learn that Pat hates celery.

Jeng is such an older sibling. He blew on the nugget before trying to force it down his brother's throat.

Excited about Pat and Chot collaborating more, especially if it leads to more scenes of two queer people teasing each other before a date.

So Jeng spent time working on a Pat-friendly recipe, and Pat got all gussied up for a date only to get stood up. The gays are not thriving. At least Chot looks great and is engaged.

Jeng suggesting Pat help him with a coupon was smooth. Now I want some sushi though.

And look at that. These two can have a normal set of interactions without Pat completely losing it. I like that Jeng talked about the aversion to celery in a way that didn't make Pat feel bad about himself.

Put is going to use every opportunity to try to reinforce familiarity with Pat, and Pat looks so uncomfortable about it.

If this classmate is any indication, Pat likes them big (and he is valid for that).

OMG this is horrible. Pat's date has turned into an MLM pitch. That's right, Pat. Get the hell out of there!

Oh good. Pat realized what it was. Unfortunately, Put helped, and is all about taking every opportunity.

Where's the gif of Shin being mad at Minato for being easily tricked by food? Don't let him get you, Pat!

Damn, Jeng looked so sad about Pat balking at the shopping date offer.

Oh to be Pat, with three hot guys with baggage pursuing you at once.

This man is really hard selling in Pat's workplace.

Jaab's mom said, "I'm too pretty to be heartbroken," and I respect her for that.

I'm sure the color folks will have something to say about Pat choosing a red jacket and Jeng wearing a blue shirt.

Oh hey we actually went on the furniture date!

"I feel things slowly." Bitch, me too! The fuck!

I know these two aren't going to act like they didn't have a whole moment just now!

Yes, make the big man carry the new chair into the house. Make him sweat.

Yes! Let's turn the Ikea date into a cooking date!

Pat thrives on praise. He shines any time Jeng tells him he did a good job at something.

Pat, if you don't want to be with Put anymore, maybe not show that much chest on a date.

Demanding Put now disappear is giving me Our Dating Sim flashbacks.

There's something to be said about Pat knowing he was gay for a long time, and Put learning this about himself later. Couple that with Put's ambition to escape poverty, and I do feel for him. Pat is totally right to be cautious with him, though.

Wtf is Kong doing outside the restaurant? Was he stalking him like that?? Gross.

Why does Jeng hold his hands on the steering wheel like that? Both of his hands are at 12 o' clock.

Damn, Pat. You on one date thinking about the guy from another date telling you how to get rid of a guy from a third date.

Pat, are we really giving it up for a plushie?

Oh boy. Big work problems next week.

I really like that Pat has romantic options in this show! I also like that we have a gay man setting a boundary with a pushy man. Curious how things eventually settle with Put.

[sincerelylea]

eddie munson as dr. frank n furter... yes please

mdni i block. prompt given by @darklcy "frank n furter + eddie munson, you + janet, steve + brad: how frank n furter seduces janet, except this time it’s you, because how can you resist?"

happy october 1st, get used to this.

i see you shiver with antici

“how do you do i-” that chill. that feverish chill ran through your spine in remembrance. it was forbidden fruit, he was forbidden fruit. and you could’ve eaten him alive. a note rang through your head - the nimble fingers of a cello player elongating a single reverberated low note is struck. 

tension. it’s taught. you feel it’s clawed hand trace down your chest - your back lifts from the bed and you only hope your dear steve doesn’t notice amongst the foggy clarity of your lust-stricken brain. 

his fingernails were black, he’d only finished painting them moments before you’d knocked at the manor door; clung to your darling and soaking wet in hopes of finding a telephone. 

a record played from the corner of his illustrious bedroom - soft red and yellow lights gave aglow and warmth. thin veiled sheets hung and draped; silk fabrics, glitter floors, it was all very fabulous. he’s pulled his stockings on his smooth legs, running a hand flat over his calves at the satin finish - a devilish smile spreads to his face, he simply could not help it. 

the top of the polish bottle was screwed on half-hazardly, more interested and focused and bemused at the display of the television before him. 

look at you both; he grins again. you in your modest pink dress and white cardigan and kitten heels. and him - in that corduroy jacket and square framed glasses, soft brown hair clinging to his face from the rain. he offered his hand immediately, asked for a phone, but dr. eddie munson could spot from a mile away that you were meant to be here. 

so he kicked his feet from his vanity girlishly, tongue ran over his teeth, and he rushed to complete his look. though his wardrobe consisted mostly of lingerie; a few robes and satin nightgown-like t-shirts in the mix, he had the hardest time choosing what to appear in. ah, what a travesty. 

the corset was mesh. see through, and had a sweetheart cut on the breast-line. beneath he stretched a fishnet top over tattooed skin and hooked garter clips to his hips, over his smooth thighs, and onto the stockings that sank into his flesh just a bit. heeled boots with a metallic toe and spikes patterned on the back seemed like the way to go. 

oh and if he had his way he’d ensure you’d forget about that telephone. or that blown out tire. 

“nancy.” he barked. a woman, with chopped black hair and chopped black bangs stepped forward. she was adorned in a maid-like dress with frilly cap sleeves and fishnet stockings and boots. “robin.” he barked again. this time, the blond one stepped forward. she had her gaze fixed on the floor while nancy remained quite dead-stared at the man they took orders from. she was all glitter and rhinestones, blue tap shoes and all. and you were ashamed to admit - but you had to keep yourself from looking at her chest for too long; instead grasping onto your beloved’s arm to stay focused. 

“show our dolls to their rooms, give them new clothes.”

he was eccentric with every subtle move, expression, and action he did. it took you for a spin - left your mind hazy and adrenaline pump through you curiously. you reach down and find steve’s hand for comfort and he looks down at you through his frames and smiles. you rest your head against his shoulder and screw your eyes shut. 

how curious it was that you felt alive for the first time when you stepped into his home. like something was awakened in you. that needing for more, the yearning of experience. it took the breath from your lungs to even try to describe it. 

you were led to a gothic suite by the pair of ladies, and then a few stringy pairs of garments were thrown at you both. 

you for a moment, stood in silence since the first time you’d entered the manor. looking at steve for some sympathy and hoping he had a plan to leave. yet when you looked at him, he seemed just as in shock and awe as you were. 

“steve, darling we must get out.” you press your bundle of clothes to your chest when he steps nearer, his large hand coming to rest on the side of your face. he lulls his head into a nod, he knew this was coming - and yet a strange unidentified part of him wanted to stay. if only for a bit longer. maybe to see things unfold; to get another glance at dr. munson. it was strange. he decided not to think about it and only think of you, his love, there before him. 

“they’ve offered us a room, sweetheart. don’t you think we should just stay and wait til morning? it’s late and raining out anyway.” he presses his lips to your forehead and looks at the bundle of interesting looking clothes in his arms. “and they’ve given us,, uh,, clothes?” 

you laugh when he tosses everything but a long sleeved mesh shirt on the bed at the center of a room. he’s got a smile spread across his face too, holding it up for both of you to see. “should i put it on?” he’s all giggly smiles and boyish charm - the same charm you’d fallen in love with in college. 

“let’s see what i’ve got.” in both hands you display the lace and silk lingerie piece. it’s got cuts of lace on the sides of the waist and a frilly v cut at the bottom of torso; spaghetti straps and a pair of silk gloves that reach up to your biceps to match. 

“oh he’s trying to get me in trouble.” steve admires, looking the set up and down. your face flushes red and you smack his chest playfully. “steve! now i’m not going to put it on.”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i think if we don’t we might be in real trouble though.” he gestures to his soaked clothes, now feeling shivery in the cold of the bedroom. 

he helps you remove your clothes, as you do with him, and you snap your pieces together and lie comfortably in dry fresh clothes on the bed. though you still remained a bit cold from your limited clothing since everyone in this damned mansion only seemed to wear lingerie. 

and there you were. dreaming again of the glossy maroon lips that seduced you still even when their presence had left you. the frizz and curl of his hair. the smokiness on his lids. the tattoos. the hands. the legs. all of it left you rather intoxicated. 

steve refused to wear his garters, instead remained transfixed on your own as he ran his hand up and down your thigh. 

but his mind was a bit farther away than the sight of your leg before him. instead remembering how they looked on a certain host stayed hidden away somewhere in the manor as of now. 

he swallows, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, and sighs. 

your eyes snap open and your back flattens among the mattress. his hand has left you. but you grasp it in that moment and squeeze with both of your own. your eyes nearly seem glossy amidst the passing daydream you were deeply ashamed of indulging in. 

“steve my love. what are we doing?” you sit up then, as does he - his lean frame stretches under the mesh fabric - and though you’re transfixed and wowed at his body - you sit perturbed at your thoughts and wish for your life back. 

“i was just thinking the same thing.” he kisses your knuckles, looking at the door before it slams open gallantly.

there stands nancy and robin, still in their same outfits, still carrying that air of unease with them everywhere they went. “dr. munson would like to see you in all of your clothes.” nancy reminds, voice steady and unwavering - as well as her gaze. 

“well you tell him i’m not putting this on-” “oh i think you will.”

in the white light of the door frame a third body appears. eddie, in all of his glory, now complemented with a leather jacket and a cigarette. just the mere sight of him has the lust burning in both of your veins. 

steve is taken aback slightly. you look at him, and back at eddie, and swallow. 

he takes a drag from his cigarette and tosses it to the ground, stepping on it with his heels before nancy moves to begin cleaning it up. “and if you don’t put it on. than she’ll do it for you.” he gestures to you with a lazy hand from his crossed arms. content at the chaos he was creating. 

steve looks to you and back at eddie and then at the mess of garters and stockings on the bed. 

“actually, i think i like that better. you’ll do it for him.” he commands, hands on his hips, leaning over to be level with your eyes. 

you look like a deer caught in the headlights amidst your desire. 

“but slow. i want you both to enjoy it as much as i will.” his nose scrunches when he chuckles and steve’s eyes widen, he keeps his glasses off when eddie barks at him to, and you reach over to grab a stocking. 

robin and nancy are long gone now, eddie finding home on a grand chair moved to sit in front of you both. you roll the stocking up and guide it over his leg, jaw clenched and hands timid and shaky. 

the toe of a heel meets your arm, stopping you completely. “ah, slower.” eddie’s leg is elongated, your eyes rake over it before continuing, slower. 

his eyes are low, dark, and brown. god, he was pretty. the way the set he wore hugged him, complimented him, it was sickening. and you dare say you loved it too much. 

steve is fighting with every ounce in him to not tremble under your hands, and under his gaze. but you finish - hooking the garters to the stockings and soon after eddie then sits behind you. directly behind you. purring compliments at your good work and pushing hair over your ear with his mouth leaning down and close. 

“tell me,” he says your name for the first time since you’ve been there and you close your eyes. 

“how do you think your darling steve looks right now?” 

and he looked,, 

well.

the mesh shirt was tight. form fitting. like it was made to be worn by him. the silk corset hugged his waist tight - you didn’t know steve had an hourglass figure. it was usually hidden under polo shirts and suit jackets. he had nice legs, nicer than you cared to notice before, accented with sheer stockings and garters. 

the way his collar bone stretched when he moved, or the way his muscles shifted and rippled over his skin under the top. the messiness of his hair and that unseen softness in his eyes telling you he’d let control out of his hands. 

“amazing.” it was said without hunger; because he was indeed beautiful.

well maybe a little hunger.

when eddie chuckles you feel his breath on your neck and you feel your face flush and body tense. he was so so close. god, what were you going to do. 

“always so sweet, are we?” his hands snake - palms warm and flat along your waist, grasping you like you were nothing. “surely not in this, though. right, steve?” he hooks his fingers under your garters and snaps them back on your thighs and you jump.

steve’s lip is bit harshly between his teeth when his eyes travel down to your legs. though he’s still reeling at you thinking he looks amazing. 

“tell me what’s your favorite part?” he asks and leans his chin over your shoulder, leaning his head on your own. you get a bit more comfortable in his grasp and lean your head back. 

steve’s eyes falter downwards for a second, then back up to your face. you feel red, and hot, and embarrassed but in a terribly delicious way. you couldn’t get enough of this. 

“go on, you can say it.” he urges, hands moving to rest on your stomach now.

he opens his lips, eyes still focused downwards, but of course he doesn’t say what he’s really thinking. 

“her legs.” he says, swallowing.

eddie chuckles, head tipping backwards. “ah we both know what he really wanted to say.” steve goes bright red and you fight not to laugh at his expression, oh he’d been caught.

“now. onto more pressing matters.” eddie stands, the jingle of his jacket alarms you both that he’s discarded it. and he makes slow strides to sit in steve’s lap, legs crossed and face devilish. steve’s eyes are looking anywhere but at the man situated between his legs now. he’s still red, his jaw is still tensed, and he’s afraid but mostly exhilarated. you can’t help but match his expression.

he calls your name, eddie does. it snaps you from your thoughts and you look at him with wide eyes as if asking him ‘yes?’

“where do you want me to touch him?” he asks. as if it was nothing. 

your mouth runs dry and you’re shocked. you’re shocked for the millionth time though you know you probably shouldn’t be. eddie munson had tricks up his sleeves this entire night. 

so you ponder if you should play it safe or go all in. and your timid embarrassed nature speaks for you, stuttery and nervous. 

“h-his… his face.” 

“face?” and so he does, he grasps it in one hand and squeezes gently. “he does have a good one doesn’t he?” steve nearly rolls his eyes. 

“and what do you want me to do to him?” he asks with a raised brow and a unexpecting look on his features.

but you bite back the nerves, swallow, and straighten your back. 

“ruin him.” 

pation.

[chordsykat]

It’s The Revenge of Fanart Free For All!!!

I wanted to do something a little different this time. No colors, just working on some line art so I can focus on some new techniques with pencilling I haven’t used in a long time. BUT I did put some tones into them.

Here they are in “rainbowlogical order” :D

First up, we have @basthr0hmnse​ requesting some cuteness of the Toki/Aero variety! Love that Aero’s so little and so portable even next to a fairly-normal sized guy like Toki :D

@gointothevvater​ wanted some Ceelie arts and couldn’t choose between Mags or Pickles... and neither could I, so you all get both! And hey! Is Magnus back from the dead??? (yes)

And @hercannonyourface​ wanted a Charles but failed to note how naked they wanted him, so here’s a drawing of average-naked Charles!

And when you have a Charles without a jacket, it has to be hung somewhere. So I went ahead and drew one of my favorite things in this world to draw, which is Kris, requested by @cruisingheightswithdragons​ modeling the much-too-big Charles jacket!

A JD was requested by @vicekings​ and who am I to say no to that? Saw some of the horsies back out in the fields by my house for the first time in a while, and decided old Cowboygear (TM) had to be riding one, too!

@failedintsave​ said I should be drawing some Ness and Nita hanging out at one of Vanessa’s yoga classes, and I completely agree! This is definitely a pastime I can see Nita getting really into, with her love of meditation and all.

@exclectical likes reminding me that Skwisgaar gets worried whenever anyone gets hurt and that includes his rival/fuckbuddy when she battles the forces of evil. He gives her cookies BECAUSE DATS AMS WHATS THE REDS CROSS DOES TO CURES BLOODSLOSS.

@garnetcicada wanted a sketch of Wolfgang Vulpes Fox, who has the best name ever and I realized this was the first time I got to draw his very handsome grin... so I went all-in. :3

@fishklok had me choose between Satenik and some MagCharles AND ONCE AGAIN I HONESTLY COULD NOT CHOOSE BETWEEN THE TWO HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE IT IS NOT POSSIBLE! :D Satenik was inspired by the fall leaves (already) blowing by my truck as I made my way up the drive this afternoon. Ah, fall..!

And last but not least, @frienderbender​ wanted to see more Rikki and Nikki and so did I! There’s always room for more RikkiNikki ‘round these parts!

Guys, this was a great time as always. Thank you so much for your prompts. I look forward to the next one and will try to make it happen again as soon as possible! <3

[moral-terpitude]

repetition (II) - modern Tommy Shelby

Part I

Three knocks on the door pulled Maria out of the deep focus she had on her laptop screen, words needing to be put on to the document about their museum trip this morning, about a piece of her choosing, but try as she might, nothing came to her.

She cracked the door, eyes growing wide as her now rather dressed down instructor stood before her. A navy sweater and denim replacing the suit ensemble from the day.

He must have taken out his contacts, round tortoiseshell glasses now perched on his nose.

“What are you doing, Tommy?”

“Asking if you want to go for that drink.” She smiled. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, because he knew there wouldn’t be a refusal.

“What about the others?” She rested her hip against the door frame, arms crossed, still blocking him from entering the room before she got a reasonable answer out of him.

“Jones and Taylor seemed rather enthralled with the promises the Red Light District has to offer,” he shook his head, “and Johnson was headed to a cafe, so I assure you, none of them will be awake before half-twelve tomorrow.”

She rolled her eyes, departing from the doorway and leaving the door open behind her as she turned to re-enter the room, allowing him to follow behind her and occupy the chair, as she took a strange stance between leaning and sitting at the foot of the bed.

Her brown hair, now unrestrained in comparison to the morning, fell over the shoulder of her mothers vintage yellow Pittsburg Steelers sweatshirt. Paired with leggings it made great pajamas. Not so much a great outfit to go for a drink in.

“I need to change,” Maria declared the words, rather unceremoniously, retrieving jeans and a blouse from the still unpacked bag stashed in the closet before retreating to the bathroom and closing the door with a click.

When she returned, he took note once again of the now unworn sweater. It hadn’t rang through before, yes she was American and studying on a student Visa, but she had lived in New York before emigrating, never talking much about childhood.

“Let me guess,” he twirled the gold lighter between his fingers (an anniversary gift from his now deceased wife, she had learned upon asking where it came from, that she never even lived long enough to pick up herself and give to him), “one of your parents took you to the Warhol museum, as a kid, fun, bright colors. That’s what did it.”

“Are we really going to start in on Warhol again?” She queried, shrugging on the jacket over the cream blouse.

“I always thought it was the exhibition at the Brooklyn museum, but it was before that,” his eyes narrowed as she waved him through the door, donning her purse and checking to make sure the door locked behind them.

“The Brooklyn Exhibition was just the most recent.” She admitted, pressing the button for the main floor in the elevator, forcing her heavy eyes to stay open in the warm enclosure.

As they exited, she stuffed her hands in her pockets trying to kill the urge that was fighting for the cigarette he was sure to light up once they were outside.

Plenty of walks through Birmingham already had him reading her mind, extending the pack as a peace offering, a precursor to whatever debate would ensue. She held back her own hair from the breeze so the fire didn’t catch as he used the gilded lighter to catch flame to the stick perched between her lips.

The walk was cool, brisk, silent, and rather short. Of course, this man, would find a whiskey bar worth venturing to in a whole other country.

“Maria, there has to be one piece of art you can’t stand, eh?”

They were sat as a pair at the bar, glasses filled in front of them. Her lips parted at the suggestion, digesting the question as much as she was taking in the Nikka Coffee Malt in her glass.

“It feels unfair to the creator to say I don’t like something. It isn’t their fault I just don’t like it.”

The building was filled with warm wood accents and black fixtures, the lighting accentuating the warmth to be found in the shelter from outside.

“So there is something.” She never really voiced many negative opinions as far as distaste right off the bat about a piece, so the revelation that there may have been something that she purely disliked, had his curiosity piqued.

She leaned back in her seat, turning to her right to look at him as he watched her intently. They were in their own bubble. The building wasn’t busy around them, but neither of them would have noticed regardless. Most of the country was opening back up. Bars only open until 10pm, regardless of the loosening of restrictions.

“Whistler’s Mother.”

A slight smile played at the corner of his lips, blue eyes glimmering, before giving a nod in acknowledgement. “Why?”

She hummed, uncrossing and crossing her legs again the other way in order to face him better, finding comfort in the way the conversation warmed her almost as much as her jacket did. Maybe some of it was the whiskey.

“Individually, it’s rather uncompelling,” she tried to picture the piece, by James Abbott McNeil Whistler (son of George Washington Whistler), of his mother, sitting and facing, staring rather bleakly, off the left side of the canvas. “Anna Whistler looks bored out of her mind. I give it credit that the execution, the technique, is top notch, it’s just, possibly, my least favorite.”

He was yet to speak, taking a long drink of the amber liquid before she started again, “The painting he’s placed going off of the right of the piece not coming to fruition gives it an uncomfortable imbalance and the negative space between the curtain to the left and the painting by Anna’s head just make it feel daunting, as if the camera is panning and someone is going to lurch in from just out of frame.”

He quirked an eyebrow, cocking his head as he listened to her being once more, “Don’t even get me started the lack of repetition it has as the series. But I suppose now you’re going to tell me it’s your favorite for some reason.”

He shrugged, taking another drink, as Maria tried to read his expression.

“Have you ever heard of the 55th Regiment of the Irish Canadian Rangers?”

She shook her head as she realized they were now rather situated quite similarly, knees brushing under the wooden bar as his arm rested across the back of her chair, fingertips brushing her shoulder.

“On my father’s side, shortly after the Great War, some of the men of the 55th Regiment that came to Europe in 1916 met up with members of my family, once everything was over. On my fathers side, they were Irish Travelers. One of the men that joined them had one of the enlistment flyers. For whatever reason it always got shuffled and passed around until my father ended up with it. My mother kept it.”

Maria was enthralled. He had never spoke this intently about much of his past before.

“The focal point of the flyer is Whistler’s Mother. It says ‘Fight for Her’ along the top. Other than painted horses and gypsy caravans, it was the first real art that I saw as a kid.”

She smiled, “Your family really roamed the countryside in wagons?”

“There was a resurgence of it in the mid-nineties after the Eastern bloc fell, but my parents lived that way long before,” he cleared his throat, sipping from the glass before continuing, “once we finally ended up living in Birmingham, with my aunt, my sister would bring home every book from the library she could get her hands on, everything from da Vinci and the Renaissance to Alphonse Mucha and Art Noveau, anything she could find.”

“So I’ve insulted a cherished memory, here I thought you grew up in some vast estate in the country. How about my plight,” she goaded, raising her own glass with a nod, “what have you thought makes me favor Warhol?”

“If it would have been Brooklyn, my guess would have been that experiencing art in that scale for the first time was something that tied in to being far from home for the first time. A fond memory of being in your own space. But Pittsburg is the home of the Steelers and of the Warhol museum, so I’m guessing an attachment due to childhood memories.”

“My father worked at Allegheny Technologies, the Steel Mill, for as long as he lived. My mother has been an employee of Pittsburgh Public Schools since before I was born,” she sighed, “when I was younger, they would give admissions passes to the Carnegie Museums, all four of them, to the teachers for the summers, for them and their families. My father never went with us, because he worked overnight 12 hour shifts, but it felt like we went there every day of the summer. When I got older I realized it was because my mother wanted to keep the house quiet so my dad could sleep.”

“The Warhol Museum is one of the four Carnegie Museums,” he nodded, not needing her to confirm the fact.

She smiled as the bartender let them know they would be closing in a half hour. How long had they been there?

She stretched, sitting straight in the chair before relaxing into it for a few more minutes, “Van Gogh, tomorrow?”

He nodded slowly, finding her interest in sticking to the set agenda rather endearing, “yes, Van Gogh tomorrow.”

[a-humbletoymaker]

The First Half has been completed

[ID START: a picture of 9 crochet plushies leaning up against a tree. END ID]

I have finally completed the first phase of my @hellofromthehallowoods dolls, and am super excited to talk about them! beware, however, as this post will inevitably be long. So long in fact, that I actually logged into this godforsaken website rather than use the app, so I could properly type.

[ID START: a photo of one of the dolls from the above photograph. The doll is of a white girl with brown buzz cut hair. She has brown eyes and wears a red tank top with a black jacket. Her Jeans are blue, and her shoes are black. END ID]

Riot was my first doll, which also means she's my least favorite. This was a doll that made many firsts for me, including crocheting pants, and not rooting the hair of the doll. Given my affinity for doll hair, she just never felt complete too me. She also just seemed incredibly bulky due to all of the layers of yarn blanketing her. It makes her rather stiff. That said, I did learn a lot while making her that you'll see through the rest of the first half.

{ID START: another photograph of a doll from the above image. She is a black girl, with black hair, eyes, and glasses. She wears a dress with a salmon top, and neon pink skirt. It has a teal bow around the waist with a pale yellow center. She wears yellow leggings and teal boots. END ID]

Naturally, Clara came next. I still think she's my favorite of the first phase of dolls. I knew from the start that she wore a dress; although, I had pictured her in something more... calm? regardless, I was doing a huge deep dive into J-fashon at the time, and it likely seeped a bit into my work. I have no regrets. She's adorable! Also she got to be the first doll I've ever embroidered glasses on to!

[ID START: a photo of another doll from the top photo. This one is white with black hair pulled back into two braids. She wears a plain, sparkly blue dress, with matching shoes. END ID]

Did I buy this blue yarn specifically to make this doll? Yes. Do I have any regrets? nope. I based this design loosely on Wednesday Adams, because Friday just frankly gives me those vibes. Her design is quite simple, but I do love how her and Clara look when next too each other.

[ID START: another photo of one of the dolls. This time the doll hangs from a tree, They have choppy black hair, and a patchwork of different skin tones stitched to their body, with pink thread. they have pale eyes, a white shirt, black jacket, and blue jeans. END ID]

Diggory Graves was a challenge to design. A known hill I will die on is that they wear a plague doctor mask; however, I knew I'd have a hard time showcasing their skin if I gave them one. Design wise, I like the stitches, so I originally sewed a plague doctor mask to the side of the head, as I had seen that done with creepy pasta fanart in the past.It didn't look as good in a 3D space as it had in 2D, so I ended up getting rid of it all together. Make no mistake however, this character absolutely wears a plague doctor mask.

[ID START: another photo of one of the dolls. This one has light blue skin, and takers off where the feet should be, to a small crochet paint cord. He has mess dark blue hair, black a blue dress shirt, and a purple vest on top. END ID]

Percy went through a few designs before I settled on one I liked. I have an incredibly hard time doing short hair, and somewhat wanted to choose a design that would allow that to be a feature rather than a flaw. At the end of the day, I just ended up sort of going for it. I had purposefully made Diggory's hair choppy, so why couldn't I do Percy's the same? He did cut both of their hair at some point.

[ID START: another picture of a doll. This one has white skin, puffy blue hair, a light blue jacket under a sparking blue cape. They have a white shirt with black pants and blue shoes. Their eyes are also blue. END ID]

I adore Olivier so much. Just, I would die for them. I had wanted to make them using a mid tone between the two tones you've seen me use throughout this post, but my dog decided that that yarn was his actually (aka he tore it up and had it all over the house.) Living in the woods, while also being blind and thus unable to drive, does sadly mean that I couldn't just go to my local craft store and pick some up; the show still had to go on. I wanted to link them with Friday by using the same yarn for her dress in their cape. I quite like how this one turned out.

[ID START: another picture of a crochet doll. This one has pale skin, black pants, a brown wing like cape, and a red shirt. They have a moth tattoo on their face, have red eyes and pale blonde hair. END ID]

Sadly, Moth is the first, and only time I've ever interacted with a character/ person who uses neopronouns. I'm still trying to get around how they work, and Hello From the Hallowoods is currently my only point of reference to that. I've always imagined Moth having albinism. I don't know why, but I didn't question it when designing the doll. I also went back and forth a lot about giving moth, moth's tattoo, and where it would go. I know its on moth's neck in the show, but the necks on these dolls are frankly way to small to attempt doing that.

[ID START: an image of a dark skinned crochet doll. She had black hair with flecks of red, orange and yellow throughout. She has matching dog ears and a matching tail. Her hair is pulled back into a messy braid. She wears a white tank top with khaki pants and black shoes. END ID]

Please know that I watched an entire 2 hour documentary about Oscar Wilde, and Spirited away, while rooting her hair, yet I still had time to catch up on a few other podcasts as well. She has so much hair. I may or may not have been crying, and my fingers hurt so bad. I probably should have decided to just give her black hair and save myself the pain, but I refuse to make anything easy for myself. I do not regret anything however, because I love how she turned out.

[ID START: another picture of a white, crochet doll. He has long, red and orange hair, that is curled, and is worn in a bony tail. He has red eyes and horns to match. He wears a silver suit, with pink pants and matching silver shoes, END ID]

I was originally going to make Polly before Yaretzi, but someone, who knows who they are, made that difficult. I'm trying to make these dolls as close to the cannon discriptions as I can, so I had to wait out the incident too make sure Polly was OK before making the doll. He was going to be much more pink than he is now, but midway through I decided actually I hated it, and started over in a very me fashion.

You may notice a lack of Mort. I did want to add him to this phase, but I haven't figured out how I wanted to actually go about writing a pattern for him. I adore that hunk of metal so, so much, but I already write my own patterns, and don't really know where to start with him. In all likeliness, he'll make up the final phase of this project. I also didn't post Dogsmell because I hated how he turned out; although he is still on my blog, and will be re-making him at some point.

Because I am going off to college here soon, and do not know what to expect, I have decided to take a break from this project before beginning the second phase. I want to work on other projects in the time being. Once I'm settled in I shall continue on with phase two!

For those wondering, phase two will include these characters in no particular order:

Lady Ethol Malory

Jonah Duckworth

Hector Mendoza

Burn Keene

Violet Keene

Zelda Duckworth

Al

The Omen

Winnona Rider

[nagirambles]

Okay, so I wanna go on for a bit here.

In the Dragon cry sketches, we actually saw Mashima draw a suit as Capricorn's SD which was actually perfect for his taste and clothing choice. AND his own personality. But Mashima also drew another SD, which was most probably a Draco constellation dress, not sure. And I'm most definitely sure he merged the two designs to come up with the current one.

Personally, as a dress I love the design of the current one but as a SD of a spirit like Capricorn, it is awful and doesn't make sense at all. Like I agree that the dresses are to reflect the personalities and choices of the spirits themselves. Capricorn choosing a outfit like that doesn't sit right with me.

Ofc Leo's would be a gorgeous gown, Aries' would be a cute and soft and fluffy dress, Taurus' would be a sexy one(tho I'd have loved if Lucy got a jacket with the bikini top), Saguttarius' would be a beautiful green shooter-type(I actually love how the anime added extra black leggings), Virgo's would be a maid costume, the Aquarius one being bikini makes sense, Cancer's is the most amazing with Lucy having twin blades to counter the enemies(and I'd have loved to see Cancer wield big scissors instead of the small ones). AND then the Gemini and Scorpio designs are my most fav ones (as SDs). A badass hairtyle like Scorpio and a red scorpion tail to top it off. The Gemini one actually goes with their magic type since it's actually a lot like real magic, how they copy people and transform. So the magician-ish dress is perfect!

But did you see the AxS design, I hate it even more than the AxG one. The design makes even less sense than the recent one. It looks like a nonsensical costume that seems like can do heavy lifting but actually can't. Lucy has literally no use of those robot-ish parts of the mix. It was used as a way of adding some unwanted fanservice. And with the recent mix, I have lost hope of getting proper outfits. At this point I don't want any, literally any SD to merge with Aquarius. It'll inevitably ruin the dress.

The most modest ones like Scorpio's and Gemini's unique outfits turned into a sturdy bikini and the other one a glittering bikini made me give up hope. I don't even look at outfits now, only consider her achievements. I've talked about it many times how ridiculous it seems for Lucy to suddenly loose her clothes in a battle. I'm tired of it now.

But I've seen many people say, "Lucy did nothing except get naked" or "Laxus did all the work" or "she's JUST fanservice and no might" and I do think they're the vocal Lucy haters. But in general, people complaining about the dress mix aren't them. And I share the same feelings.

Oh dear, you are so right on all this. 

Capricorn’s SD is really sad to see. I begrudgingly admit it’s kinda cool as it is, not going to lie, love the glasses and the braids and the sexy mature cut on the dress, it manages to set itself apart from Loke’s despite both being off-shoudler dresses, but it just... why, Mashima? Why? Capricorn would never approve of this! Where is the super serious butler that respected Layla? Layla (and Anna, now that I think about it) are some of the most modestly-dressed women in the show, so I definitely believe Capricorn would want Lucy to dress like them simply because he knows she’ll look good in it. 

Yes! the base star dresses all look beautiful. I do think some of them could be better or more developed to the spirits (Cancer and Sagittarius are a bit strange because they don’t match the spirit appearances at all, but eh, that’s details), but as single designs, they are all wonderful for what they are, Capricorn aside. I love Aquarius’ the most because it’s a bikini, but it’s at least more functional and comfortable than panties and a bra. It’s a really good balance between fanservice and genuinely something I’d want to wear if I had the assets to pull it off. I love that some of them gave Lucy more combat abilities as well (Cancer, for example). I do kind of wish Loke’s was a bit more functional though, since his main thing is close combat. But it makes sense for him, so it’s fine. The concept of the dresses is just so fun. I could talk about them, both positively and negatively, forever. 

Oh dear I agree. AxS is awful. There was way too much robot against the stupid swimsuit and it just looked bad. But I at least appreciated the creativity, you know? Honestly, I feel we could have found a balance with a thinner tail or shorter glove/boots, Mashima just didn’t try too hard since it only showed for a panel or two. It needs to be reworked so badly. 

AxG was just a swimsuit. Just a swimsuit. They couldn’t even retain any of the magician/clown parts of Gemini, that seriously annoys me! And Aquarius’ contribution is even worse, does Mashima know that mermaid-cut dresses exist? MERMAID? Aquarius can be something other than a typical swimsuit, geez! And they can be ASYMMETRICAL and layered, too! It’s perfect for a Gemini fusion! 

I think it’d have been great if the fusions weren’t literally mixing them together, but the product of “what would both spirits give Lucy?” Honestly, I think among the spirits, Aquarius and Scorpio are totally the type to give you crap about your fashion sense. Aquarius is a very girly girl, and Scorpio is a rockstar! Choosing what to give Lucy as a fusion star dress would be like, a funny way to actually give these two depth in their relationship. Like, their first time ever having a disagreement. 

...I wish the spirits still got personality exploration... I’m sad now...

As for your final point-- you know what? You’re right. Haters gonna hate on that regard. Love to see Lucy finishing a battle on her own, and it’s sad that even after coming this far and going as far as using the spirits’ powers, her achievements are still credited to the damn guys around her. People who think that way are never going to change their minds, they’ve already decided what they think about it. 

[ofcorstustolemyusername]

Omgggggg I'm in Zhongli/Kokomi rot.

Like imagine kokomi already knew of Zhongli being an archon, and Zhonglis starts getting comfortable around Kokomi with showing his hands.

From his hands to his shoulds is just black/brown coloring with golden geo markings.

Imagine them sitting together for tea and Zhongli taking his gloves off because he feels safe enough around Kokomi to do so ToT

Zhongli sitting there with glowing geo marked hands, unaware of the morbid curiosity that Kokomi was practically swimming in. Her eyes flickering down to the beautiful geo markings dancing across his palms and knuckles. She hadn't realized how long she had been staring until a low chuckle came from the very one she was admiring.

"My priestess...You're staring.."

His tone was a light tease, and it threw Kokomi off guard. She set her teacup down and flushed red, covering the bottom half of her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment.

"A-....Apologies. I was just curious of the markings on your hands.."

Kokomi carefully explained, worried of Zhongli pitting his gloves back on in spite. But she was pleasantly surprised when he gave a small smile and nodded.

"These markings I have don't just rest on my hands, they travel up to my shoulders..Should I so choose too, they can reach down my back. Though I have enough control of this mortal form to limit the spread to my arms.."

Kokomi listened intently to Zhonglis explanation. nodding as she set down her cup she had been taking a small sip from. She looked abit timidly to her companion, and asked with a slight bit of hesitancy.

"Would I be permitted to seeing these markings?"

"Yes..Yes you would.."

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Zhongli, who was taking his jacket and shirt off. Not minding the stares he got from Kokomi in the process. To him, this wasn't intimate or embarrassing. Hell, his statue has his chest on full display.

Zhongli motioned for Kokomi to walk over to him, and she sat beside him. He held out one of his glowing arms to her to examine, and she carefully touched it. Her hands at first remaining in one area, before exploring up and down the tough skin. Her thumb tracing over the long lines of pure geo energy just barely reaching the surface.

It was akin to touching a rock, that is if the rock was ticklish and let out an amused chuckle everytime you ran a thumb upwards on his inner arm.

Kokomi was utterly fascinated, and would take times to pause and write down her findings in a tiny notebook she carried on her everyday. Sketching out his arm designs, the way they glow, anything she can note down is written on the paper. Eventually, she starts trailing to his back. Her hands gently running down the smooth surface as if studying a mysterious wall.

In reality, it was her companions back. But it certainly did feel like a wall. So much so that she even knocked on it with an impulsive thought. Which caused her companion to let out a small laugh just before he spoke.

"Are you knocking on my back?" He questioned.

"Maybe...it's as solid as stone. I didn't know you could feel it.." She mumbled embarrassingly.

Zhongli could only chuckle and shake his head, before his hands reached back and a motion for Kokomi to grab his hands. When she did, her hands were carefully lead to the front of his body and tenderly wrapped around his torso. A hug from behind.

The two just sat there for a moment, the two no-so-human companions just basking in eachothers presence for a minute or so. Until the silence was filled with their laughter and stories once again.

[fanfictionsquared]

I’m reworking my one MoD!Harry AU. Details below the cut.

Who did I draw in the pic?

Regulus (sharp cheekbone, curly hair that changes length)

Sirius (in the jacket with pins hehe)

Lily Luna (red hair)

Teddy (blue hair)

What is the AU now, FF^2?

*inhales deeply*

SO. Everything’s mostly canon (not cursed child compliant tho lmao), and Harry is officially Master of Death since he was the owner of all three hallows at the same time. This means, essentially, that he is now the personification/god of death.

Since Harry is Harry tho, he doesn’t want to live forever alone, and so his friends and family try to help him find a way to get out of it. There isn’t one. So he is, of course, resigned to living forever alone.

Except his friends decide “no, no thanks, we’re not letting you do this alone.” So when Harry dies and ‘ascends,’ his family and friends choose to ascend with him. He’s able to reach already dead souls using the stone, so Sirius also ends up making the choice to ascend too. The rest of the dead are content staying where they are.

(I have,,,, such a long list of who ascends and what they do and blah blah blah, but I’m not gonna get into it because it is….. so much. It’s truly just so much.)

The important thing is that the way this works is that the universe resets itself every so often, slightly different each time. And certain things carry through, like tales turning into mythos. Harry and his immortal (sometimes reincarnating) family, are the focus of several of these myths, including the harbingers of the apocalypse one.

So when his family meddles, it’s usually with those names, rather than their original ones. Which, when they interact with alternate incarnations of people they know, can cause some shenanigans.

What is actually depicted in your doodles?

Regulus,,,, listen he is my current blorbo and I just wanted to draw him, ok? The jegulus fandom got its teeth in me and now I’m thinking about Harry Potter stuff again. (Speaking of which! Fuck JKR.)

In this AU, he doesn’t ascend with everyone else, but instead ascends later during a whole thing that I will maybe actually write into a fic. Maybe.

Top left is just the first full body Regulus design I did. Dipping my toes in, you could say. Key things; he’s younger in this. Pre-ascension. He’s wearing slytherin’s locket for plot reasons.

Top middle is the Black brothers with their animagus forms behind them. And yes I made regulus’ a lion. Tbh I think he deserves it. He’s dangerous, lazy, proud, sneaky, and at the end he was really, really brave. I know lots of people make him a house cat, but like. If Sirius can have his star’s namesake as an animagus form, so can regulus.

Below that, we have Regulus saying “Potter?” While looking shocked. I won’t elaborate too much on this for plot reasons (in case I write the fic), BUT, this is the moment that he learns that Lily Luna is a Potter.

To the right of that is the brother hanging out and being cute and I love them. I just want them to reconcile and talk and be family again 😭. Also I want Sirius to have 100 little gay pins for his leather jacket. He deserves it.

Bottom left is Lily Luna and Regulus together. I this AU on particular, Regulus has a mentor/mentee and uncle adjacent relationship with her. They are cute, and I love them, and I won’t hear otherwise, sorry not sorry.

Bottom right is the only doodle I will give spoilers for. It’s post-ascension, where Regulus, Sirius, LilyLuna, and Teddy are all about to wreck some shit. The rest of the family jokingly calls them the “Grim Squad”, because all of them go out and hunt down wayward or death cheating souls. So if you see them, you’re their target, and will die. Just like the Grim thing.

Last words

This is a self indulgent au, and idk if I’ll write it, but maybe I’ll elaborate on it more here if anyone is actually interested. Either way, I’m just happy I had the motivation to draw this 😌

[godestof3worlds]

If u still take promos the how about voltron force with Daniel being Lance's son.

I do still take them and this one was a fun prompt to try. Hopefully this is what you wanted and I am sorry for taking a while to answer, it was a little difficult to try and make their relationship more Father and Son. Enjoy and give me another prompt if this is what you wanted or something totally different!

Lamina elbowed me in my side and though I swatted her away with a glare, I still gulped in fear of what the approaching steps could mean. I know we were not supposed to leave the castle but it wasn't our fault. What were we supposed to do? Just hope they wouldn't get killed? Without us, they might have lost and Arus could have been destroyed or taken under slavery again. Really, they should be thanking us, not about to lecture us about listening to orders. Will I say that? No, I'm not about to get killed by a Voltron Force member instead if an actual abd guy.

I feel Vince's worry glances but before I could comfort him, the Voltron Force comes storming in the hanger. I tighten my fist before I straighten my back and try to hide any tells that I was quivering in my boots.

"Daniel Lee McClain!"

I give up on pretending that I wasn't scared as I feel myself pale as my father shouts my full name. I feel eyes locked onto me but my main concern was the voice of my father.

I don't even have time to squeak out a timid 'Yes' before the red pilot grabs my arm and yanks me out of the room and away from worried eyes. The grip isn't too tight but it's not comfortable. We briskly walk to an empty room that he pulls me into before yanking his hand away from me and closing the door behind us before he turns back to me with crossed arms and pointed eyes. I fidget under his glare though I can see the fear and worry mixed in with the anger so I do understand where he is coming from but still. The glare could definitely be felt and it shouldn't be this hard after the last mission.

"What were you thinking?" He speaks lowly through gritted teeth.

I take a deep breath as I rub the back of my neck before quickly dropping it and look right to his eyes, "I was thinking that if I didn't do anything soon, my father and the rest of the Voltron Force might just die."

He takes a deep breath to calm himself, "Look Daniel, I know you want to help, I really do understand that, but you cannot risk your lives for some short time glory."

"At the time I entered the battlefield, I didn't care if I would get honored for almost dying, I was worried about you guys."

"That doesn't give you a right to disobey orders-"

"I can when you guys could get hurt of mortally injured-"

"And then what happens when you or one of the other cadets get hurt? That's on us."

"And if you get killed, I shouldn't feel bad that I stayed here like a coward as I lost another parent?"

"If you are safe, then yes."

I growl as I look up at my dad. I know we bicker all the time but I can't image a life where I can't see him or know that he's alive. I won't be able to live with the guilt that because of me I lost another parent and this time I could have done something about it.

"I would not have changed anything if we had a do over," I take a deep breath, "If I had to choose between a lecture from you and the rest of the Voltron Force or your death then I will gladly have you yell at me for hours on end because I know I did my job and kept you alive. If I can't keep a person I love and care alive then how can I protect the rest of the universe?"

Dad sighs as he looks at the ground. We stay silent before I hear him curse under his breath and walk toward me. He grabs me by the shoulder and pull me into a hug where if I wanted to get out I wouldn't be able to though I really don't want to let go. I strengthen my grip on his jacket as I feel my eyes sting as the roller coaster of emotions goes through it's final loop.

"You scared me out there, kid," I hear him speak through my hair, his voice muffled but I could hear the emotion transparent in his voice.

"Not as much as you scared me," and we stand there in the room just holding onto each other and reassuring ourselves that the only family left is still alive...

...And that's when Vince runs in, out of breath, and starts rapidly speaking as if his life depends on it, "Please don't kill Daniel. He wasn't the only one who went to help you guys and it was only to save your lives so we wouldn't have to take the mantel of Voltron so quickly. Really, we need Daniel alive because who would take over either the red lion or the black lion? He's useful and I know he led us to go against your orders but if you punish him you will have to punish all of us and let me tell you-"

"Vince, buddy, calm down and breathe," I extract myself from my father and attempt to calm Vince down, "He isn't going to kill me though he might punish all of us that might wish we weren't born to begin with."

And that's when more footsteps come racing toward our direction, Hunk barely squeaking in before the rest and he is already rambling, "We know how scared you were, I mean we all were, but don't kill your only son. He's vital and you won't be able to live with the guilt for long-"

This time Lance stops Hunk's rambling, "I'm not going to kill the kid, jeez. Why do all of you guys think that?"

By now the rest of the Voltron Force is in the room and all looked slightly worried though with each second ticked by their faces become more amused. Pidge speaks up, "You were telling us interesting ways you were going to wish he was never born."

I send a shocked look toward the red paladin but he only smirks, "He's needs to be alive for that."

And I silently groan as my shoulders slump because of just thinking about the future punishments made me wish I was never born. But that's fine, at least he was alive and nobody was severely injured-

"Starting with cleaning the whole castle."

"Dad!"