#familial however... ehh

[riff-is-on-a-fucking-crisis]

Outing

been a hot minute tumblr, i got these two, and a separate art dump some time soon (thing is it's predominantly ship related)

Original Reference + Background

[arc-misadventures]

Stepsister Conundrum

Yang: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: Hey, Yang what's up?

Yang: Nothing much, but I wanted to ask you some questions.

Jaune: About what?

Yang: You're mom, and your sister are faunas, black hair cat faunas, at that, and you are a blond human.

Jaune: Yeah?

Yang: How come you're not not a faunas, a black haired cat faunas like your sister, and mom?

Jaune: Oh, that's because, Blake is my actually my stepsister, and Kali is my stepmom.

Yang: What?

Jaune: My dad married my birth mom, and when I was seven she got sick, and died.

Yang: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Jaune: Thank you, but It's been years since she died so... So, I've accepted it... Kali's husband, and Blake's father, his name was, Ghira was killed by some, Grimm around the same time my mom died. And, about a year after that when Blake, and I were eight years old, my dad married, Kali.

Yang: A year later? Doesn't that seem pretty rushed?

Jaune: Getting married a couple months after their spouse dies, and you remarry, that's pretty rushed. A year is... relatively okay. Besides, their marriage wasn't really something they wanted.

Yang: What do you mean by that?

Jaune: Well, the Arc, and Belladonna clans are old friends, we've know each others families for over a century. In fact, I first met, Blake when I was four, not after my dad married, Kali.

Yang: Really?

Jaune: Yeah, there was this old treaty formed between our two families; Basically it's a marriage contract. If two children of the, Arc, and Belladonna families have children, and they are not married by the age of twenty, and have sire a child. The two children of the, Arc, and Belladonna families would marry, sire a child to join the two families by blood.

Yang: And, your parents, both yours, and Blake's got married before they were twenty, and had kids so this treaty was never enforced?

Jaune: For over a century this clause was implemented, however there is a second clause in this treaty. It says that if a member of the, Arc Clan, and if a member the, Belladonna clan are widowed, and there is at least ten year gap between the ages, and after a mandatory one year period of morning, the two widowed parties would have to marry. Thus meeting the criteria of the treaty our two families formed over a century ago.

Jaune: So, a year after my mom died, and Blake's dad died, my dad, and Kali got married.

Yang: Oh... I don't think they liked that...

Jaune: Ehh... Well... My dad, and Kali always had a good relationship with on another. So, considering, Kali's position, and her home my dad, and I move to, Menagerie. And, while, Kali, and my dad were going to have a child in some way, or another. But, before anything could happen...

Jaune: Dad died...

Yang: You're dad died?!

Jaune: Yeah...

Yang: Oh, I'm sorry, it must be hard losing your mom, and then your dad. But, at least you have your stepmom?

Jaune: Uhh...Yes, and no. When dad married, Kali she told me to just call her, Kali. She told me that I didn't have to call her mom, that I already have a mom, and that she was just my stepmom, and that she was here when I needed her. And, I really like that about her. Kali's not my mom, but she's certainly the new mother figure in my life.

Yang: That's nice to hear. But, can I ask you another question?

Jaune: Sure.

Yang: That's... That's your stepmom, Kali?

Jaune: Yep, she's been my stepmom for about nine years.

Yang: Okay, and, Blake is your stepsister?

Jaune: Younger stepsister. By about a month, but I love to lord that over her~!

Yang: I do the same to, Rubes. Okay, so... about this whole... Marriage contract thingy...

Jaune: Yes?

Yang: This whole marriage contract, and having a kid thing... Does that mean you have to marry your stepsister?

Jaune: Uhh... Well...

Yang: Or, do you have to marry your stepmom, and have a kid with your mom?!

Jaune: Hold up! Yang?! Did you seriously just ask if I have to marry my stepmom, and have a kid with her?!

Yang: Well, yeah...

Jaune: Oh gods... Okay, listen here...

~~~

Kali: Ohhh~! Fuck yes~!

Jaune: Kali! Ahh~! C-Can you keep it down?

Kali: Hell! Mrrrowww~! Hell no~! Let everyone hear me getting my guts rearranged by a young hot stud! Let all those sluts know that you're mine~!

Jaune: What are you talking about?

Kali: Ohh~! You haven't noticed? Mmm... fuck~! All those woman fawning all over you, practically throwing themselves all over you. Fuck, you're so deep~! I wanted to jump on you, and mount , and have you take me on the spot as you make me your bitch for all those sluts to see!

Jaune: We'll... Ahh... We'll you've certainly been sexually repressed.

Kali: Hell, yeah! But, now I've got this young stud who about to pump me full of his seed, and pump me full of your children~! Ohh~! I just came from just thinking about it~!

Jaune: Wait?! You want me to impregnate you?! But, the treaty says...?!

Kali: Fuck the treaty! I've wanted to sleep with you since you were fifth teen!

Jaune: What?!

Kali: And, I've been wanting you to pump me full of blonde little kittens! So hurry up, and make me a queen again!

Jaune: O-Okay, Kali! You want my kids... T-Then fucking take it!

Kali: OHHHHHH~!!! Fuuuuuuck~!

Jaune: Oh gods... I've wanted to do that for years...

Kali: Ha-ha-haaa... Have you now...? Well... in that case, want to go again~?

Jaune: Gladly~!

~~~

Jaune: Kali is a wonderful woman who has been raising me for years! I can not think of her in such a vulgar manner!

Yang: S-Sorry...

Jaune: And, as for, Blake! Well...

~~~

Blake: Ahhahhahhahhhh~!

Jaune: Having fun, little sis~?

Blake: Big bro~! It's so thick, and warm~!

Jaune: I'll take that as a yes.

Blake: Ah-haa... Remember when I was younger... and I joined the, White Fang?

Jaune: Yeah. You joined because you didn't want to have no stinky human as your little brother.

Blake: Haha... And, look at me now... Sleeping with my 'stinky' big bro, and absolutely loving it~!

Jaune: Why do you still keep calling me stinky? I never understood that.

Blake: It's because you stink! But, not in a bad way, but in a good way.

Jaune: A good way?

Blake: Your natural musk~! Ever since I turned thirteen I got so aroused by it~! And, as you're finally started fucking me, I get it raw overwhelming sexual musk! It's overwhelming~!

Jaune: So, wait? You've been making fun of my smell, because it turns you on?!

Blake: Y-Yeah...?

Jaune: Oh you...?!

"Smack~!"

Blake: Ohhhhh~!!!

Jaune: That's it! You need to be punished for making me think you hated me all those years! I hope your ready, little sister~!

Blake: Ohhhh~! Fuck~! Just three more years, and we can do this as much as we want~!

~~~

Jaune: Well... We are going to get married after we graduate, Beacon.

Yang: You are?!

Jaune: There's a treaty between our two families that has lasted for over a hundred years. Blake, and I have to get married, and end it all. So yeah... as much we we don't like the idea of marrying our 'siblings' we'll do it. As much as I hate it, I'll do it. But, I know, Blake hates it more.

Yang: Does she now~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Blake told you we've shagged before hasn't she?

Yang: Not directly. She mumbles your name in her sleep while rubbing her thighs.

Jaune: Gods dammit, Blake...

[rustyironskillet]

Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?” 

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?” 

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.  

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

[awionetka]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞! ➢

3, 2, 1, go! love and deepspace boys become street racers (while possibly romancing you in the process)...

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: slight angst (?), drabble. street racer!Caleb x reader. they're estranged childhood friends with inconsistent communication, he's not abusive btw... bear with me on this one, there IS hope at the end of the tunnel!

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 / 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 / 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 / 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

➢ killing me; conan gray

➢ closer to you; jungkook, major lazer

➢ sour candy; lady gaga, blackpink

"...in the streets of Linkon City. Our experts agree that it has become a rather serious problem. Who is going to protect us from such dangerous activities when we don't even know who to look for?"

The evening discussion panel you'd turned on mixed with the vinyl record you put on in your bedroom, creating the perfect background noise for you current endeavours. Humming absentmindedly at Tara's words, you flipped through the pile of clothes growing dangerously with each rejected outfit.

"Yes. Well... It is best to remember that we, as Linkon citizens, are being thoroughly protected by police forces. We shouldn't act rashly here, especially when it comes to such important matters as illegal racing, oftentimes held purely for monetary gain. Such environments could be dangerous to those who have no experience in the matter. However, when it comes to the identities, there are a couple of things to look out for. Most racers have unique aliases and codenames, ones we can be wary of in our day to day lives. Some of the most infamous ones are, for example, Onyx, Orion, Malamute..."

You returned to the living room once again, this time wearing a different top, twisted phone cord trailing behind you like a puppy with attachment issues.

"I just don't know, Tara, this doesn't look... Ehh, I don't know." You sighed, holding up two skirts in front of you while your friend tried her best to advise you over the phone. "What's that? Oh, just the TV. Hold on, let me switch it off. Yeah, so, like I've been saying..."

Suddenly you paused, turning away to face your front door.

"You're here!" You smiled brightly, already halfway there, but then stopped abruptly at Tara's words. "Oh... I hope it's not another noise complaint..."

Not expecting much, since it was, in fact, a late Thursday evening in a building full of the elderly and families with young children, you took a half-hearted glance through the peephole.

But what you saw, who you saw, on the other side of the door, made your blood run cold.

"It's... It's..." you attempted to give Tara an explanation, but then the person standing in the corridor spoke up, voice muffled by the barrier between you.

"Hey, Pipsqueak..." He cleared his throat and you pressed your forehead to the door. "I... I came to talk. Yeah? I'm sorry about last time, it was never my intent to upset you."

"Well, too bad," you replied before you could stop yourself, already full of annoyance. "Because you did, Caleb. What do you want now?"

You didn't look through the eyehole again, you couldn't make yourself to do so. But you saw him in your mind, shoulders relaxing slowly at the sound of your voice, that you decided to respond to him, even like this, even angry.

"Just to talk. I couldn't call or text you for some time. I just want to... see how you're doing."

Still on the phone with Tara, you placed it carefully on the shelf next to you, not hanging up. Just in case.

"I'm doing fine," you quipped back, but your resolve had already begun to falter. You missed Caleb terribly, the tone of his voice, that roguish glint in his eyes. How he brought you cute keychains from his travels and let you crash at his place when you didn't want to be alone. How he held you in his arms when you cried, gentle and reassuring, yet still at some sort of distance. Even if shortly afterwards he didn't text you back for ten days.

"I'm– I'm glad, Pips." Pause, brief. Then, "Will you let me see you...? Just for a minute. Please."

You glanced over at your phone, laying screen up on the shelf. Tara had texted you, mindful not to make herself known by speaking up, and asked if you'd be okay. Biting your lip, you replied, promising to give her a call as soon as he leaves. You hoped that'd be soon. You hoped she'd come over soon too.

"Okay..." you muttered cautiously and then ended the call. "Just... give me a second."

Hurrying back to the living room, you grabbed one of the skirts that were thrown on the couch, hastily putting it on so Caleb wouldn't see you basically half-naked. He waited patiently until you opened the door for him and scooted to the side to let him pass.

"Hi," he muttered breathlessly, hands twitching at his sides as he took in your figure. "You... going anywhere? I hope I'm not an inconvenience."

There was a gentle smile on his lips, one you felt you hadn't seen for centuries. Aside from that, Caleb looked as Caleb-ish as ever; broad shoulders, bright, attentive eyes and messy hair, now slightly overgrown as you were always the one to cut it. His arm brushed yours when he entered your apartment and he tensed.

"No, it's fine." You closed the door behind him without locking it. Just in case... "So...? Are you going to tell me where the hell you were last time we were supposed to hang out?"

"Pipsqueak..."

A single laugh escaped your chest, more akin to a bark. "Don't 'Pipsqueak' me, Caleb. It's a simple question. I would like to hear a simple answer."

He leaned against the built-in closet, respecting your privacy and not moving from the spot by the entrance. As his head hit the wood with a dull thud, you noticed a wide stripe of gauze sneaking past the hem of his jacket, right at the base of his neck. If Caleb noticed you staring, he decided not to mention it.

"It's... not as simple as I'd like it to be." There was a certain amount of defiance in his voice, one you knew almost too well. "I can't– I couldn't contact you. The matter was out of my hands."

"Caleb, you stood me up!" you pointed out, refusing to meet his eyes, even when he slightly bent over in order to see you better. "Do you even know how long I waited for you back then? I've always known you were busy but this? And then you wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't text me back? For a second I... I thought something had happened to you."

It seemed like your sudden confession made Caleb, in some wicked and unexplainable way, more upbeat than just mere seconds before. He reached out, but not even to touch you, just to hover. "I wish I could tell you more, so you wouldn't worry..."

"Worry?!" Now, that pissed you off. How would someone who clearly didn't give a damn about you make you worry for him? "You worry about yourself for once, Jesus fucking Christ. Where the hell were you, where you couldn't find two fucking minutes to send me a text?!"

"Pipsqueak–"

Waving him off, you stormed off into the living room, not wanting him to see how emotional it all made you. It took Caleb a moment to follow, quietly and cautiously, as though he was approaching a wild animal. The couch dipped slightly when he sat down at its edge.

"You used to be different," you whispered, more to yourself than to Caleb, really. "We used to be different. There wasn't a single thing we wouldn't talk about. You know there wasn't. And now... It feels like I don't even know you anymore, Caleb."

You looked up to face him, now wide eyed and tense as he stared back. A speck of dust flew in between you, illuminated by the cabinet lamp.

"I don't even know you."

There was a long moment of silence after that. Caleb appeared to be thinking about what to tell you and you, well, you were done talking. You couldn't keep wasting words on those who wouldn't give you any in return.

Suddenly he stood up, shoulders slumped forward, like a long forgotten puppet. Not even looking at you, let alone saying anything, he turned around yet again and made his way to the door.

You sighed. Deeply, unashamedly. With relief.

But then, just when you thought it would all end like this – with Caleb letting you have the last word. Leaving you behind, finally, for good.

He spoke.

Quietly, utterly devoid of emotion.

"I was in jail."

Your breath hitched. "I... I– W-What...?"

"They didn't have any usable evidence," he continued, still turned away, still at a distance (just in... case?). "So they let me go. I didn't want to call. You'd know. You'd know where it was coming from."

"Caleb..." You didn't even notice when you got up from the couch and walked close enough to feel the faint smell of gasoline lingering around him. "What have you done...?"

He glanced at you above his shoulder, smirking. "Don't worry 'bout it. Soon all of it will be gone. Everything will be just how it used to."

And before you could think of anything suitable enough for a reply, he left, closing the door behind him so delicately, you didn't even hear it click.

The air seemed hot that night, sticky. The fact that it was so horrendously crowded too, obviously didn't help and if it weren't for his height, Caleb wouldn't even have anything to breathe with.

He wanted to go home.

Real home, not the college dorms or even that cold, rigid apartment he was renting. You. He wanted, no, he needed to be where you were, see what you saw, hear what you heard. There wasn't a day he didn't spend cultivating the slightly blurred image of you he kept safely in his mind.

But what you told him just a few days before...

Caleb shook his head, as if to physically get rid of whatever resided inside of it at that time.

The past was just that – the past. For a reason, too. If he was to be present in your life still, he would have to earn his spot.

And he was willing to do anything for that to happen.

His racing team was almost finishing up, so Caleb decided to take a quick stroll through the garages. Being observant came naturally to him, so he oftentimes used those moments to spot his rivals' weakest points. That, plus the change of scenery helped him clear his mind, at least a little.

That night he would be up against five other drivers. Plenty of people to beat, but Caleb wasn't exactly a newbie, so he had calculated his chances as pretty high. High enough, he hoped at least. He was also competing with Sage and that was something he wasn't anticipating in the slightest.

Leaning against the garage doors, he observed, taking notice of anything out of the ordinary or potentially dangerous. Sage's Mitsubishi, a Toyoya, two Hondas. The last one was apparently a Mustang but Caleb was yet to see it with his own eyes, so he recoiled from making any rash assumptions. The crowd was vibrant and ever-present, adding to the unique flavour of Linkon's underground scene. There were also many teenagers, something Caleb had noted with confusion, as those who were underage had a way harder time getting in. And right next to a couple of school kids, stood a group of people not too much older, talking excitedly and trying to appear seasoned.

Caleb smiled to himself.

A part of him wished hypocritically that cops would swarm the place that night, making a whole show of cuffing people left and right, just to make those who didn't belong stay away afterwards. It was horrible of Caleb to think that way, considering he had to start somewhere too, but in all honesty he didn't wish his life on anybody. So, in a way it was justified, at least to some extent.

The start of the race was approaching and Caleb was almost about to go back to his trusted Subaru, when two more people with colorful drinks in their hands joined the group he previously observed.

The guy was relatively tall, a little lanky and wore a hoodie with a giant bird on the back, a raven maybe, or a crow. His eyes would shine whenever he looked at the girl beside him and it was clear as day that he was waiting for the right moment to make a move. She was chatting, gesturing animatedly and making him laugh in the process. He bent down to hear better, resting his hand on her hip.

And the girl... The girl was you.

[not-my-final-account]

Danny is Gotham

PS most of the ghost stuff in this is fannon

Most ghosts had haunts. Technically Danny Phantom had the whole world, but it wasn’t his haunt.

Most cities had ghosts. Technically Gotham had loads of ghosts, but Lady Gotham was fading.

-

I went incorporeal as the beam of energy flew at me, then laughed “What?” Tucker asked, my hands flew over my key board as I beat the noob who had shot at me in the first place.

“I got shot at in game and disappeared in real life.” I said

“That’s you- Danny Clueless Phantom.” Sam said

“Hey!” I retaliated, but it was affectionate.

I didn’t fully understand this whole ghost thing yet. But I had figured out that ghosts had cores, and haunts, and ‘fraids. Cores were essentially the soul of a ghost and that’s pretty much all I’ve figured out. No one seems to remember that I have no clue how any of this stuff works! I’m still a new ghost.

But anyways, ‘fraids were… the best word I could think of was ghost families or animal packs but ghost, and like it or not Sam and Tucker had been accepted into mine. I wasn’t sure quite how it happened but now I seemed connected to them, and when I was happy with them (and/or we were laughing together) my core hummed happily.

Haunts however, I had none of. Haunts were basically a ghosts house or an area the ghost claims as their own or protects. I dunno if they represent status or anything but being a ghost king without haunt seemed pretty bad.

“Yeah!” Tucker yelled as we got another key.

“Only a trillion more to go.” Sam said sarcastically,

“Five actually.” I said. Suddenly I felt a tug on my core “Guys I gotta go.”

“Bye!” Sam and Tucker called in unison. It made me smile as I powered down the game and then my computer, I gave into the tug and let it pull me to where the summoning was.

I had already transformed into my most regal form on the short journey there, so I didn’t hesitate to grab the edge of the circle. What did worry me though was the screaming that started the second I reached my hand up. I cursed whoever made these things for making you pull yourself up and not just be able to fly out, but I got up due to Sams pull up training.

The second I got out I flew up and hovered above the circle ready for battle. I actually blinked when I saw three kids standing in front of me- well one was standing, the other two were lying on the floor and hugging each other.

“Ehh.” I said as I took in what they were doing. The two on the floor were shaking and in hysterics and the standing up one was staring up at me with wide eyes, I think he’s in shock. I reached out slightly and his mouth fell open and he dropped the book he was holding then passed out.

The books title was ‘ghost summoning’ oh my god I’ve been summoned by idiots. I gave them a growl so they wouldn’t try to do this again and prepared myself to dive back into the summoning circle and into the phantom realm where I could quickly fly back to my house and start playing DOOM again. Then I felt a tug in my core. It wasn’t like a summoning which tugged at my core from the outside, trying to pull me somewhere, this was part of my kingly duties; a ghost was in trouble and/or calling for me.

I flew off towards the ghost without a second thought about the party I had probably ruined just by existing and got there in seconds. I landed atop a hill and wind swept my hair away from my face, a skinny grey ghost who seemed like someone you’d spot it old movies looked at me.

She had straight black flowing down her shoulders, a large light grey hat with a grey peacock feather on it, a grey dress and a shade umbrella, she was clearly old although still beautiful and she moved with grace as she stepped before me and fell to her knees

“King Phantom.” she said, how weak her voice was worried me “I am lady Gotham. However Gotham is no longer the beautiful city I knew it to be, it is not close enough to my home and I fear that it has changed too much for me to be strongly connected to it, my power to protect it is fading. Please my King, I have heard you are strong and kind, protect my city, both from what’s outside and what’s inside.” she begged, she was clearly dignified and her begging meant this was truely important. Well, I did need a haunt.

“Okay.” I agreed, relief flooded her face and something else flooded my, I couldn’t name it if I tried but at least it filled an emptiness that had been resident there for a while.

The Lady Gotham fell to the ground, her body faded rapidly

“Please.” she rasped breathlessly “Take good care of them. Protect my city, protect my knight and his sons.” those were her final words.

“I will.” I said, and upon hearing that she slumped down and let herself fade.

I looked up at the city and went incorporeal and invisible. Good thing it was the school holidays, I think I’d need to spend a few days here and find Lady Gothams knight.

-

I sat down in a corner. I had found out that here I more or less was the city, not body horror or possession though, in a weird way. But it let me sit here fully visible and still be hidden, the shadows wrapped around me and nothing part of the city- my city would hurt me.

I watched as he fought. He was strong, smart, and had resources. I had read the news papers and this was the Dark Knight, he has multiple side kicks who many believed were his family, and even without my help he blended in with the city and knew it like the back of his hand. The blend wasn’t seamless anymore though, he had noticed something was different but didn’t know quite what. I knew though, I knew I had found Lady Gothams knight.

I let him tie up the criminals and he jumped onto a roof top. I followed him and and let the fog hide me, then I landed and let it fade. “Hello my knight.” I called because he was my knight now. He froze and spun around to face me but didn’t attack

“My name is Batman and I am no ones, if you’re some high ranking government offical I assure you I don’t work for the police either.” Batman said, he glanced at the inches between my feet and the ground “Who are you?” he asked, I hesitated.

What title would be best here? Danny Phantom? Danny Fenton? King Phantom? I thought about Lady Gotham and decided.

“You would know me as Gotham.” I introduced, wow that sounded more cryptic that I meant it to. Batman scoffed and I reached out and told the city to curl around him, to protect him and hide him and power him like it did with Lady Gotham.

He froze then relaxed slightly, his cape blended into the shadows instead of ending, his face became almost fully obscured, his eyes glowed in the dark menacingly, his form became something less human.

“Why reveal yourself to me now Gotham?” he asked, for once there was nothing hostile in his voice.

“Gotham has changed too much in the past years for Lady Gotham to have power anymore, she is too weak to be anywhere but the ghost zone.” I explained “She was the Gotham you knew. She called for me to protect the city and protect you.”

Batman looked wary again, I could understand why he wouldn’t trust me. New leadership could suck (or be evil) and it took a while for them to gain respect, especially if you didn’t know them.

“I’ll protect you in a general sense, but if you ever really need help, like life or death help, call for me.” I said, then I let a wave of fog swallowed me and disappeared.

[silent-sanctum]

"Jotaro as a Father"

Alright, this is another popular discussion about Jotaro's character. It also falls victim to the fandom's tendency to resort to "black and white" thinking, perhaps combined with other minor factors (and another case of me liking to overanalyze my favorite characters because Araki left so much about him vague)

This user has posted this on another "opinions that I will defend until the end of time" and garnered thousands of likes. This was probably the most liked quoted retweet. And it irked me. Am I surprised? Not really. Disappointed? Absolutely. And they are probably the 80% Jotaro fans that don't understand him.

And as your local Jotaro defender and anti-Jotaro mischaracterization person, I am here with another essay exploring more of his mentality. This time, it's about him being a parent, and while he isn't the best father, he isn't that bad either, or at least how the majority of the fandom thinks him to be.

I have made a previous character essay that talked about Jotaro's crippling weaknesses under the facade of strength and competence in detail. If you're interested, I'll leave this sentence linked to the post.

Now keep in mind: This character study is all assumptions and headcanons, BUT they are grounded in canon (e.g., pattern of behavior, general personality, actions he took, etc.) instead of what is popular in fanon interpretations. And much like how I wrote my previous essay (with the CEO and her POV on her emotional reservation), I will be drawing a lot of thematic comparisons with another show I've watched.

Why? Because sometimes, there are patterns on how groups of people can function in life, and it's not just the writer's bias and blind defense of their favorite character.

Second, I need to make this clear also: Jolyne is valid for being mad at her father. I am not invalidating her feelings at all. This essay is about exploring his headspace and what led him to do what he did. That's it.

Okay. Now onto the essay itself.

"Is he a bad father?"

Ehh, I can say that while he isn't good, he isn't bad either. His parenting lands more in the grey area, instead of either end of the spectrum. Because we all know at the surface level that he got married, had a daughter, went AWOL, divorced his wife, and stayed away from his family for their safety.

The action was bad: Neglect is neglect, no matter the excuse, and it can cause the affected people to respond to it negatively in the long term, especially for children with an absent parent.

However, the intention was good: He chose to stay away from his family because he attracted danger to his loved ones, who couldn't see the threat. He's a Stand user who could likely draw in other Stand users. He cared for them, and he wouldn't want to risk their safety by being around them.

It's complicated and nuanced. I feel like it's wrong to just shoehorn him into the "bad father" category, when the generalized view of what a "bad dad" is being abusive or leaving the child with malicious and/or selfish intent. But he doesn't hold up the "good father" title either, when being a "good dad" involves being a constant support for one's child, which he didn't do in Jolyne's late childhood to her teens.

So, he's neither good nor bad. He's a father doing all that he can with his current circumstances.

And yes, while I could leave it at that with the whole "he's neither good nor bad, but somewhere in between", many have placed their arguments about why he's a bad father and the alternatives he could've taken instead of completely choosing the self-isolation route.

The most popular one was this question:

"If he knew he was a danger, why did he have Jolyne? Why did he choose to have a family when he was going to stay away from them in the end?"

Here's the thing though… He didn't.

Jotaro doesn't have the hindsight that the audience has. He couldn't have known until he noticed it later down adulthood, where he grew to become more observant of his surroundings.

And even if he did know, is he not allowed to be human? Do you want him to just be a lonely marine biologist who just does the Speedwagon Foundation's (SWF) Stand work 24/7? Is he not a person who is capable of feeling love for someone else, and has wants for himself outside his job?

Yes, he's diligent. He is capable of self-preservation. He is powerful. But even the strongest individuals have families of their own. They have close bonds with others that they treasure. Why? Because being able to love and feel love is what makes someone "human". Jotaro is a human just like most of us. He isn't a working machine who just does his job.

Let me introduce this show called "Moving." It's a show where basically "superpowered parents who used to be special agents, hide their superpowered children from organizations who wish to exploit or kill them." It's a relevant show to this essay since the protagonist's father behaves similarly to Jotaro.

In the show, this man is the government's best agent with special abilities. He carries out his missions and reports back after completing his task. He does his job seriously and rarely fails an assignment. In isolation, he describes himself to be cold and stoic, who is unable to socialize much due to his role as a special operations agent.

One day, he encounters the protagonist's mother: The organization's top graduate with exceptional marksmanship, who also possesses special abilities.

And despite both of them knowing the risks of getting too personal and intimate, guess what happened?

They both fall in love, even if it means being locked into being exploited by the government. And not only that, guess what else happened.

They have a child together.

Let me remind you: They know they are high-profile agents. The best of the best. They are aware of the risks that come with interpersonal connections, but they had that family anyway. Why? Because they were human. To find normalcy in the midst of their circumstances.

My point is that Jotaro is a person who's allowed to have a life, even if it couldn't be completely normal given his situation. Jonathan got married and had a kid. Joseph got married and had children. What makes Jotaro any different? Because he's workaholic, stoic, and reserved like the dad in the show? That's not a fair assumption if you ask me.

Another thought raised was this:

"Couldn't he just have given and trained Jolyne with her Stand?"

It seems plausible, and it sounds cool. But you have to know how Jotaro operated and why that couldn't be the case. His life after Egypt went down the drain. Heck, you could even say that his life changed when Star Platinum awakened in him. When Stands became a permanent thing in his day-to-day.

No matter how much he likes to focus on his day job as a biologist, he now had to shoulder being the SWF's go-to investigator for the supernatural. Not only did he work hard in his profession, but he had to do the Foundation's tasks as the Joestar bloodline's active patriarch and as the one who slayed DIO.

He couldn't have a normal life anymore. Not with his involvement with the Foundation and the enemies he attracted.

Now answer me this- What parent who loves their child will subject them to a life like theirs?

"Moving's" main premise is the lengths that families will go to protect their children, including from their past. The couple I mentioned raised their superpowered baby in hiding. And here's the kicker: It's the father who chose to suppress his son's abilities so he could live a normal life.

Again, this is the same cold, stoic man whom the organization treats as its best agent. And it's not just this family. There are multiple examples of parents in this show choosing to let their kids hide their powers.

Your daughter has caught the teacher's attention because of her power? Fake her death.

When you see the organization's leader smirk at you after learning that powers are hereditary, and you have a child? Go off the radar and leave everything, but your family, behind.

Jotaro never wanted Jolyne to be involved with Stands. He didn't want her to risk her life fighting a random Stand user when she could live the life of a normal teenager. She didn't have a Stand. Her mother didn't have one either. Why burden his child with the responsibility he had?

And did his isolation work? For the most part, yes. That is, until the incident with Romeo.

But then you ask yourself:

"He could've called her! Texted her! Sent an email- something! It's the 2000s! Technology's a thing by this point!"

Remember what his main character flaw is… Communication. If there's any fault that he has without debate, it's his inability to connect and socialize with others properly, and his poor maintenance of his bonds (as I have stated in my previous essay).

This argument could go in two ways. One is the whole communication issue, and maybe he was either too caught up in his job to update them, or he didn't want to share any details, thinking it's best for them not to know. As flawed as that thought was.

OR we could go the Snipster route, wherein he DID call Jolyne to check in on her, but because he kept making excuses as to why he's not coming home and is always away, she gradually grew to resent and hate him through the years, up until at one point, she yells at him to not call her anymore if he was going to continue being an absent father.

Pick your poison.

This leads to the next argument:

"He's a bad father because he's completely absent from Jolyne's life! He rarely bonded with Jolyne at all!"

Then why does Jolyne have so much anger towards him? If he were a fully absent father (as in I-didn't-know-you-existed type of absent), she shouldn't be holding so much resentment toward Jotaro. So, why is she hateful to him?

Because at one point, he was a present parent in Jolyne's childhood before he left. Yes, he could be busy working, but he could've spent his few moments of respite taking care of his daughter to the best he could as a loving father. She is the child he cherished after all. His weakness.

Not to Jonathan or Joseph levels of "golden retriever" and "grandiose" type of affection, but perhaps in more domestic, quiet ways: Cook her meals, read her books, listen to her talk about her day, help and teach her with homework, etc.

If he were a fully absent father, Jolyne should've felt apathetic and confused when meeting him again, not anger. If he were completely absent, Jolyne wouldn't have engaged in delinquent activity to catch her father's attention.

Again, in Moving, the protagonist is raised by a single mother from his childhood to his teens. He does not know who his father is, because when the dad was present, he was a toddler and therefore couldn't remember him. To him, his father is a stranger.

And how he reacts to the father at the end of the show is him not being upset or mad. It's him being surprised, confused, and neutral toward him. Why? Because he doesn't know him.

I would show the images but there's an image limit and I'm sad

Heck, you can say the same for Josuke and Joseph if you want an in-universe example. Josuke never knew who his dad was and was raised by Tomoko all his life. And when he meets old man Joseph for the first time, he's confused and is generally neutral to him. He's shy even when he helps him after his cane broke.

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Jotaro leaves a lot to interpretation, and while I see a gem of a post here and there sometimes, I have to trudge through a sludge of mischaracterization and an oversaturation of memes that downplay what's canon in favor of fanon validation.

And I get it. I browse Twitter, check the timeline for updates, and notice that most users are impressionable teenagers who are from the West and go about their days living with Western individualistic values.

Maybe, just maybe, some people will project the "bad father" image to Jotaro as a result of their own daddy issues. Just like how misogynists will project themselves onto a favorite character like Jotaro.

I'm not saying this as a definitive truth, but as a possibility. Jotaro is fictional after all, and people will use fiction as a reprieve from reality.

TL;DR? He isn't a bad father, but he isn't a good one either. He's a father who does what he can to protect his daughter, with all his flawed mentality and caring heart.

[toytoriyadorm]

Prologue 

The celebration of childhood has begun…

In a world far more twisted than ours lies a blonde teen sleeping in bed, with his familiar lying right next to him. As darkness envelops his vision, a scene begins to play in his head. A group of lost toys are greeted by a paradise– a daycare– where children come to play with objects like them everyday. Among them is a space ranger who’s effects and details have been scratched out with time, a dinosaur whose tail looks twisted, and a cowgirl and cowboy. The latter’s gold badge still shines as if it were new. 

A yellow truck rolls up to them, with a pink teddy bear inside. “Well, hello there!” He sings with a cheerful tune before hopping off the vehicle. “I thought I heard new voices! Welcome to Sunnyside!”

As the stuffed animal gives the space ranger a hug, the scene shifts to a play area, as the toys get ready for a day of fun. Excitement spreads across the dinosaur's face as he runs towards the door, excited to have new playmates after such a long time…

++++

Heavy eyelids give way to a pair of dark blue pupils. Wiping away the tiredness, the teen gets up and looks at his dead clock. He stares at it, proceeding to grab the watch lying next to it. He glances at the time. 

7:30 AM

He blinks twice.

“GRIM! Get up! Get up now!” With a rush of energy, the student throws himself forward and climbs off the bed.

“Nyegh…What is it Yuukei-YEOWCH!” The familiar’s, Grim, flames shoot upwards as Yuukei’s foot tramples on his poor tail. “Watch where you’re stepping!” 

“Sorry!” Yuukei mutters as he scrambles off the worn bed, looking for his school uniform. “But we’re gonna be late!” 

It’s been a few months since Yuukei landed himself in Twisted Wonderland after his “incident” with a few street robbers and the odd encounter with the Night Raven College’s magic carriage. Despite dealing with less-than-average grades, a certain green-haired student who will simply not shut up, and saving the school from destruction by teens who have never gone to therapy, he’s managed quite the stable life for himself. 

“My beanie…my beanie… Aha!” The blonde teen exclaimed as he lifted the worn hat off the floor and put it atop his head. 

“When are you gonna throw that thing? It’s starting to look raggedy.” Grim said as he picked up his ribbon.

“Uh, never!” He nabbed the fabric off Grim’s hands and quickly began to tie it around the animal’s neck. “My uncle gave it to me.”

“Nyeh, the uncle that called you a jerk?”

“No, no. The one that's not technically my relative, remember? He used to live a few blocks from me. It's practically my own family heirloom now!” He finished the bow with a satisfied grin, “Now let's go before Professor Crewel decides to make us clean the cauldrons!”

Grim jumped onto Yuukei’s shoulders as the teen grabbed his bag. The two ran out the door into the winter morning and towards the giant school of NRC. During the fall months, the school would have resembled some kind of haunted castle. But with winter, the sparkling snow has complimented the area’s prestigious aesthetic rather well.

“Too bad I can’t stick around to look at all the snow…” Yuukei thinks, as he runs up the flights of stairs and into the school. However, instead of the lively halls he was accustomed to, the Ramshackle student was surprised to be met with almost empty halls. 

“Ehh?” Grim mumbled, “Did they start classes early or somethin’?” 

“They would have made an announcement if that happened…” Yuukei replied, as they walked around the school halls. Still, even the classrooms had no students, and the two still haven’t seen any of their other first year friends.

It wasn’t until the third floor that a familiar voice called out to them. “Yuu, over here!” Yuukei spun his head to see Ace and what appeared to be a large crowd behind him. “Man, you might wanna take a look at this.” 

Pushing past the cluster of gossiping students, Yuukei and Grim manage to get to the front of the blockade. They stare, mouths agape, at the scene in front of them. 

CHAPTER 1: Welcome to Memory Lane!

The hall, which would normally match the college’s clean yet moody atmosphere, was decked from wall to wall with pastel decor. Streamers, confetti, stickers, and what looks to be paint have made its way across the floor and somehow stuck to the ceiling. And the normal club posters that scattered across the bulletin board were replaced with blindingly white posters, the title “Festival of Memories” covering them with an equally horrendous font. Right in the middle of it were two students in pastel pink dorm colors having a screaming match.

In far more simpler terms, it was a mess that not even Yuukei could conjure up. He opened his mouth to ask who had done this when a certain hot-headed dorm leader answered for him. Riddle Rosehearts, appalled by the scene in front of him, gripped one of the posters so hard Yuukei thought the shorter man was going to rip it to shreds.

“Those accursed Toytoriya students!”

Riddle looked like he was going to overblot all over again, as he and the crowd gazed upon the mess in the hallway. Alerted by the noise, a few more students joined the group. 

Yuukei spoke, “Toytoriya? Is that some kind of new brand?”

A familiar, smooth voice answered the question, “As hilarious as that would be, little potato, I’m afraid you’re wrong.”

Vil and Leona popped up behind Riddle, fascinated and horrified at the sight in front of them. “Toytoriya, the dorm of imagination, finally crawled out of its study hole, and it looks like their Festival of Dreams appeared with it.” Vil scoffs.

Grim chimes in with his own questions, “Festival of Dreams?? Toytoriya?? Nya, you gotta give us more details here!” 

Pomefiore’s leader let out a sigh, seeing that Riddle looked far too angry to give any exposition. “Toytoriya’s not too different from other dorms if you don’t count their ugly flair to things. But instead of something simple like a potion competition to choose dorm leadership, these theater kids’ leaders are chosen based on their experience with stageplays.”

Grim looks towards the two arguing first years, “I still don’t get it, ain’t it just auditioning? Why the need for crazy advertising?”

Leona yawned before adding in, “That’s what you’d think, but it turns out Toytoriya’s takes their creativity bit way too seriously. Turns out they have a deal with the Headmaster where they get the school’s colosseum for a single weekend during the entire year. They end up setting up everything from food stalls to fireworks. It’s like a glorified version of VDC!” He smirks.

“Glorified? Don’t be silly.” Vil counters, “VDC is complex, hard to train for, and is known worldwide unless you live under a rock. But that accursed festival? It’s nothing more than a bunch of fools prancing around on stage. Remember the 2nd place winner last year?”

“Who doesn’t? The guy was so bad that I voted for Lotsie.” Leona’s nose suddenly crinkles in disgust, “Speak of the Devil…”

“Excuse me! Sorry!” A light and dreamy voice arose from the crowd. Quickly, the group dispersed, allowing a pink-haired man to walk through, cane in hand. As he got closer, Yuukei smelled a whiff of strawberry perfume– likely what’s causing Leona’s face to scrunch up.

“I messed up my foot while casting a spell yesterday,” The man, presumably Lotsie, began, “so next thing you know I have to find my cane! And then I forget how far the entrance portal is and get driven to the dorm entrance and-“ 

“WILLIAM HUGGINS.” Riddle grabbed the student’s shirt and pointed towards the mess behind him, “What are you going to do about this?” 

“Ahh, the hall… Wow, those two first years seriously went all out!” 

Your first years, Huggins. Your first years went all out.” Riddle let out an exasperated sigh. “Your birthday may be coming up, but that does not make you nor your dorm exempt from destroying the school’s halls!” 

Lotsie’s form shrinked back, despite him being almost a head taller than Heartslabyul’s leader. “I know! I’m sorry! But they’re first years, and it’s their first time doing all this stuff! I just wanted them to have fun!” 

Riddle seemed to calm down with Lotsie’s explanation, bits of rage red withdrawing from the 2nd year’s face. “Fine, fine, I won’t report this time. But get this stuff cleaned up before lunch! And by the great eight, Lotsie, get your group together. And yourself together for that matter, you’re almost a fourth year, so act like it!”

“...Yes, sir!” Lotsie said with a nervous smile.

“And the rest of you,” Riddle turned to the crowd of gawking students, “it's best you leave now, unless you plan to all get detention.”

And with that, the crowd dispersed to avoid the wrath of Riddle. Thus, leaving Lotsie, Yuukei, Grim, and the two first year students who caused this mess.

CHAPTER 2: Child’s Argument 

“Oh! You’re Ramshackle’s prefect!” Lotsie exclaimed, finally noticing Yuukei. He glanced at Grim. “And that’s your..?”

“Master!” Grim answered with his usual smirk. Lotsie replied with a sad smile. “Ah, I’m so embarrassed that you two witnessed all that! I hope your impression of me wasn’t too damaged…” 

“Ehh, not too much,” Yuukei scratched his head, “it's not your fault after all, that goes to the two sitting down over there.”

“I suppose you’re right. Although, now that you’ve brought it up…” The pink haired man’s voice trailed, as the trio looked at the students who caused the whole mess. They appear to have calmed down, now sitting away from each other on the messy floor.

Lotsie walks up to them and squats down. “Winston, Zackery, do either of you want to tell me what hap-”

The first year donning a side ponytail pointed towards the other, “It’s all his fault! He brought out a bunch of drones and started chucking paint and confetti all over the place!”

The second one, with striking purple hair and red eyes, gasped, “How dare thee?! King Huggins, this slandering hero is made up of lies! I, Zackery Heidrich the 3rd, may pride myself on my villainy, but I dare not throw that blame onto someone else! Not to mention, the hero was the one who thought it’d be a good idea to start plastering those ugly paintings on the walls!”

Yuukei and Grim looked at each other in confusion as Winston gritted his teeth, “Ugly?! The hell’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You know what it means, you bumpkin hero! Everyone in the kingdom of toys knows you can’t draw, much less make a poster! My minions could do a better job and they’re not even fully programmed yet!”

Their arguing started up once more, with Lotsie’s pleas to stop falling on deaf ears. From Yuukei’s point of view, the scene reminds him of a teacher trying to console two children. He could hear Grim snicker behind him. Suddenly, an idea pops up in the blonde teen’s mind. 

“Does it matter who did what?” He began, “The two of you are still gonna have to clean this stuff up together. Unless you plan to make your poor dorm leader pick up the slack for you…”

In the corner of Yuukei’s eye, he sees Lotsie’s confused look. He shoots a glance back towards the pink-haired man. 

Lotsie catches on and sighs. “Oh, I suppose I will have to clean all this stuff up… with my poor leg too… If only my underclassmen could stop fighting-”

“We’ll clean up!” The two yell in unison, not wanting to disappoint the dorm leader they look up to. Before Lotsie could say anymore, the two sped off to look for the janitor’s closet. 

“Oh, thank the eight, and you!” He turned to Yuukei and Grim. “The student body was right, Ramshackle’s new students really are a godsend! How did you know to do that with those two?” 

“It's nothing much!” Yuukei replied, “Back home, I have a lot of younger cousins that argue a lot, and my aunt would usually play the pity card to make them stop. Their fighting just reminded me of them!”

“Well, I’m glad your aunt taught you such a good trick! I wouldn’t have thought of something so creative!”

“Hah? That doesn’t make sense, aren’t you literally the leader of the dorm of imagination or something like that?” Grim asks.

Lotsie giggles nervously, “Yes, I am. But I don’t have much experience with being a mediator in arguments, just one of those adult things I never came to understand. Still! At least now we can get to class quicker.” Toytoriya’s dorm leader looked towards the classrooms.

“Ah! I totally forgot about my textbooks!” He exclaimed and snapped his head to Yuukei, “I’m so sorry to ask, but could you watch over Winston and Zackery while they clean? They’re usually really fast, but I don’t want them devolving into another fight.”

“I mean, I guess I can-”

“Thank you so much! And I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” Lotsie promised. “And if you have any stuff, just come on over to Toytoriya and hand it to me!” 

As Yuukei’s classmates come back with mops and buckets in hand, Lotsie quickly thanks them and leaves. Before the trio could begin, however, Zackery snatched the mop from Yuukei’s hands.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Grim demanded.

“Hmph! Worry not to tiring yourselves out, Ramshackle civilians! My totally evil drones will clean up this place in a jiffy!” 

“You and those darn robots again!” Winston exclaimed, sponge in hand, “What really gets things clean is just doing the work by hand!”

“Hah! Does the hero dare challenge my minions to another game of who’s faster?” 

“You bet I do!”

As the two begin scrubbing the floors and tearing down streamers from the ceiling with a great fervor, Yuukei begins to understand how the hallway got to its messy state in the first place.

[sunsetberry]

hii we’re name twins! could i request Asahi, Iwaizumi and Atsumu as sugar daddies? could i also be 🎃 anon? 🤍

SUGAR DADDY Multiple x reader

CONTENT WARNING: sexual themes, atsumus is slightly smutty, sugar daddies (obvs), not proof read!

INCLUDING: Asahi Azumane x reader, Hajime Iwaizumi x reader, Atsumu Miya x reader

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

ASAHI AZUMANE -Husband

✩ okay im so sorry but i just CANT see him as a sugar daddy, like i just genuinely cant

✩ hes too like pure? i dont know how to explain

✩ HOWEVER, he loves to spoil you!!

✩ with him being a fashion designer you can 100% expect clothes that no one has yet, you get all the early releases (and sometimes your own pieces!)

✩ hes always taking you on shopping sprees, not even thinking while tapping his card in every shop

✩ he also expects nothing in return, but he enjoys when you surprise him with something you cooked or baked! and definitely appreciates the occasional blowjob!

✩ he absolutely adores you and loves you just give you everything

✩ you always joke that hes your "sugar daddy" because you know he hates it

✩ overall 10/10 husband, he loves you alot 100%

HAJIME IWAIZUMI -COMPANION

✩ okay so hes a pretty well known athletic trainer, so sometimes he gets invited to fancy sports events, and just needs someone pretty hanging off his arm, thats where you come in!

✩ probably got dragged out with oikawa to the club when they meet up for the first time in a while, and he spots you and just KNEW you'd be perfect,

✩ takes you on little coffee dates, simply just to hang out

✩ he gives you his card the day before an event so you can shop to your hearts content, whether thats ordering online or going out with friends to shop, he doesnt care, as long as you spend the money

✩ never asks for anything sexual, infact hes been the one to turn YOU down, because he didnt want a "relationship" built off pure sex#

✩ probably a fake dating situation-ish, oikawa had been nagging him asking when hes finally gonna get a girl, and with your family nagging you about giving them grandchildren, it just made sense to fake date so they stop going on about it

✩ always said he wouldnt catch feelings but ends up catching them anyway

✩ probably took you to a fancy restaurant, which you werent used to, and he finally asked you to be his OFFICAL girlfriend, and of course you said yes as you had been crushing on him since you saw him

✩ the wedding is definitely extravagant, but thats a story for another day, 10/10!

ATSUMU MIYA -SEXUAL

✩ probably same as Iwaizumi, met in a club! bought you a drink and next thing you knew you were in the backseat of his BMW together

✩ spoiled you to death, took you out to fancy restaurants, all the designer shops and expensive trips

✩ made it KNOWN that he liked you within the first couple of weeks of your agreement, you shot him down as you were just looking for easy money

✩ anytime you want the newest designer bag, he makes you work for it, whether that be a quickie in the public bathrooms or a blowjob, it doesnt matter

✩ probably gives you a weekly allowance of like £3000 simply so that your not always asking for his card or asking for him to send you money

✩ pays for your nails, hair, toes, lashes, everything! anything to make you feel pretty

✩ at some point you end up falling for him and you guys go on a REAL date, no strings attached, just a simple (expensive) restruant

✩ honestly a real sweetheart, and a 10/10 sugar daddy

AN: omg name twins! also ofc you can be 🎃anon! (even though i dont really get that yet) this request was so fun but let me know if you'd want full fics, this was kind of rushed! also do you guys like my new divider ehhe. thank you for requesting and reading! ♡

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How would the sakamaki brothers react if they find out that they were the sons of the same mother and that they're biologically brothers but karlheinz killed their real mother and separated them . (Btw i reaaally love your blog 💕💕)

Sakamaki Brothers’ Reaction to Being Blood Siblings Related by 1 Mother

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Shū:

“We are blood related…? Seriously…? And here I thought I only had to deal with Reiji. …It seems as if that man will never rest. …That poor woman…”

• Shū wouldn’t be as shocked as compared to the others. He’s been used to Karlheinz’s plans for years longer than the others.

• However, he’d be more tired if anything. Like always, he can never be rid himself of his father and his constant need for his plans to succeed.

• I doubt his relationships with the brothers will change, since beyond this revelation, they are all still the same people. Within the same environment which conditions them to act within a hostile manner.

Reiji:

“Father… he… No. I refuse to believe such a sentiment. I already loathe being related to that deadbeat enough, but this? …What will become of us now?”

• He’d be the most in denial. As in, it would take Reiji the longest to accept that this was even a possibility in the cards.

• Reiji is known to idolize his father, so for this to occur? I think it would heavily confuse his loyalties.

• However, since he does have somewhat of a maternal instinct for his siblings, mainly younger, he’d use this as an opportunity to get closer to them and have more of a ‘close knitted family,’ in the way the Mukami’s do.

Ayato:

“Ehh!? What do you mean we all shared a mother?! That doesn’t even make sense…! We don’t even look alike? Gah… that old man has some explaining to do!”

• Most confused 100%

• Either he skipped a few biology lessons or fell asleep in them, but even he knows that it doesn’t add up as much as it’s supposed to.

• I think he’d use this as a way to perhaps become a bit closer to all of the brothers and in a sense, make amends for the past teasing/borderline bullying he participated in (mainly towards Subaru.)

• Since he is considered to be the most ‘humane’ out of the brothers, it isn’t as far off for him to have empathy and to want to start brand new.

Kanato:

“We… all share a mother? What do you mean? Am I not my mothers son? I don’t understand, Teddy. What are is he saying…? What are you saying!? This does not make any sense…!”

• I think he’d also be in denial, or mainly shocked beyond comprehension.

• It’ll take Kanato a bit to understand, especially since this will deeply impact his pre-established identity issues.

• He was heavily narcissistic about his hair due to it being almost exact to the late Cordelia’s, so for him to not have that connection, one that he founded his entire self-esteem on, it would be detrimental.

Laito:

“So it seems we were fooled, weren’t we? Fufu~ That man certainly knows how to cause a commotion. …That woman then is no mother to me…”

• Out of everyone, I think Laito would want to do further research into this woman and who she was.

• Due to his complicated relationship with his mother, and his pre-established self-loathing, I think this will make him wonder if in another life, he’d be able to have a healthy correlation with mother figures and sexual activity as a whole.

• Laito already does somewhat act as an ‘older brother’ towards Ayato, Kanato, and Subaru, but perhaps this would allow him to get away with more in the scope of caring and involvement.

Subaru:

“He… killed her…? That damned old man! He’s selfish to the core, not one ounce of feeling to be found in him…! That’s all we are… just pawns…”

• Subaru already hated his father due to what he did to his mother and himself. So to find out that he shared an actual blood bond with his brothers, and not just a half-bond would be almost incomprehensible to him.

• He’s always wondered what it’d be like to share a fully-blooded sibling, so to find out it was always here… is bittersweet. Especially since the pre-established relationships between him and the rest of them are sour, and based on tearing down his self-esteem.

• He’d feel the most bad for the woman, and whatever alternate universe could’ve arised from him having a good parent that didn’t project all of their emotional turmoil onto him.

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ehh i dont really think tenna represents asgore, espc bcuz of how he very much was a bystander to the divorce and has attachment anxiety Because of the familial situation, it feels wrong to ascribe him as being a representation of asgore when tenna himself was feeling the effects Of the familial divide. if that makes any sense. espc with how much his character is entirely unrelated to anything asgores character is about. queen has an obvious parallel to how she could represent noelles mom, but tenna doesnt really hold that same relationship with kris 2 me. tenna feels more like--and like textually Is--an outsider to a bad situation that wishes he could have done more to help. its veryyy family friend watching shit go down and being unable to do anything about it

i think tenna is his own character for sure but i think the idea of like... his strange overbearingness and the way he is about asgore and toriel's marraige specifically does feel reminiscent of asgore, it feels like an intentional parallel. however i do think that he really is just like. the tv itself, the "family" room itself specifically really, and also kind of the personification of nostalgia... really the whole dark world is tbh and i think its. so good. so i dont think tenna "IS" asgore in the same way queen is carol because really hes mostly just tenna/the room, but also tbh i think queen is less like carol than we initially assumed (though that might be a hot take, but i just really like queen)

[kayothunderbirds142]

Recharge

Alan and Gordon rushed towards the launch bay for thunderbird 3, John had informed them whilst gearing up that a space shuttle working on the construction of the new esrella grand space hotel had malfunctioned, leading to the degradation of life support inside the shuttle. Alan, although exhausted, was elated at the fact that, as this was a space mission, he would be incharge, pulling rank on his elder brother. 

The rescue itself was simple enough, Alan was able to easily repair the systems, Virgil and Brains had taught him well. Gordon had informed Alan that as a precaution, the crew should be brought back to earth for a propper checkup before being allowed back into space, to which Alan agreed. The journey back to earth was quick, with the 4 astronauts being dropped off at the nearest GDF base, as per protical. Alan watched a group of trainees be bossed around by a Leutent, he joked secretly to Gordon that they had found Johns secret hair twin, with his bright red hair standing our amongst the group of terrified adults. 

However, the two brothers knew they had to part ways and head home, they have had back to back to back rescues all week, and knew that if Scott and John were too exhausted, they would be the ones to go on rescues and not them. The journey home was quiet, with exhaustion creeping up on them, however Gordon wasn’t ready to back down to exhaustion so easily. ‘Soooooo, what do you reckon happened on the Arctic mission?’ Alan and Gordon hasn’t been told a thing. John was tight lipped as well, irritating Gordon more. ‘Ehh i don’t know, they looked pretty beat’  Alan replied, flying the ship like it was a video game on autopilot. Gordon never fully understood how he could be so relaxed when incharge of a rocket, granted he knew his ship like the back of his hand, but he was always consciously aware of its maverment. Alan seemed to be doing this uncouncoiusly. ‘Heh, what about that GDF lieutenant, I reckon Kayo would get along with him, the way he scared those cadets, its similar to the way our sister scares the bad guys into the hands of the GDF’ he joked. 

It wasn’t long before Alan was docking Thunderbird 3 in its hanger, Scott and Virgil had managed to have a nap, a change to recharge. John had been informed during a debrief with the two eldest about the circumstances, however Virgil knew that Scott would want his heartfelt confession about their father kept secret,  and so he did. John didn’t need to know everything. 

Gordon and Alan strolled into the living room, with their elder brothers on the sofas, speaking to john as a hologram, Grandma Tracy sitting at their dads desk, still monitoring another situation, watching the screen minimise as local services take hold. ‘All right thats it’, she said in a raspy tone addressing her grandchildren. She has seen them come and go all week, knowing that this much exhaustion isn’t good for them ‘International rescue is going offline for 3 days minimum, all of you need to rest, you’ll make mistakes in the field which could cost a life. John, please inform the GDF’ she ordered. Scott looked like he wanted to protest, however a knowing glace from Virgil, and a stern look from his grandmother, was enough to silence him. He knew deep down that it had been a while since his family has had down time, and would be nice to just be together as a family. 

[ruthplaysthesims]

Socialite and architect Francesca Williams presents herself as a candidate for @d4isywhims's Hearts for Arvin Bachelor Challenge

Born and raised in the suburbs of Brindleton Bay, she knew she always wanted to be an architect. Despite coming from a family full of lawyers and doctors, her father fully supported her. Her mom..? ehh not so much... She moved to Britechester, earning a degree in architecture. She now owns an architectural business, which she loves and cherishes deeply. That said, she can be very snobbish if something isn't to her taste. She is not afraid to voice it. She is however very empathetic and generous. Her mother was very disappointed in her career choice and even more that she hasn't gotten married yet. Francesca never really thought of marriage after her first failed engagement. She has temporarily handed the title of CEO to her right hand woman in order to try her luck at winning Arvin's heart... and securing the bag. If not, well she hopes to make friends, and eventually be a bridesmaid for one of the lucky girls.

Likes: R&B, walks in the park, art, fitness, architecture, a nice composed song, blue, gray, comedy.

Dislikes: Yellow (in terms of clothing), Gossip, pranks, the cold, argumentative people...

Few facts about her:

She has a few stories she has written

She built a charity in honor of her twin brother, whom unfortunately passed away at birth.

She plans on adopting a child..

[moon-touched-vn]

The Dialogue of Arthur and the Eagle, also known as The Dialogue of Arthur and Eliwlod, is probably my favorite Welsh text for its implications wrt Arthur's character.

While it's more or less an ecclesiastical text that casts Arthur into the archetypal role of a pagan king asking questions of the clergy (think Guthrum in The Last Kingdom), I feel like it also adds some nuance to his character if we were to take it into consideration regarding the whole of his character within the Welsh corpus. Especially when in other works he's highly irreverent towards gods and higher authorities - that in and of itself a marked departure from Geoffrey of Monmouth's Arthur, who carries the image of the Virgin Mary on his shield.

It's a bit of an outlier for several reasons, but you can see the bridge being built between pre- and post-Galfridian Arthur.

In The Dialogue of Arthur and the Eagle, Arthur spots an eagle atop an oak in Cornwall: an already odd sight but for the fact that the eagle talks, later revealing itself to be his deceased nephew Eliwlod. When Arthur hears of this, he immediately asks if the "battle-slaughter" was good to Eliwlod, reflecting his values:

You can see the gears turn in his head turn as Eliwlod instructs him on how to give up his old pursuits of self-glory and pursue a Christian way of life instead. His paganness or his secularness, for lack of a better term, isn't completely scrubbed out here; it's evident in such passages as

It's fascinating to see this push-and-pull, back-and-forth kind of dynamic. Arthur is like "ehh I'm kinda pressing X to doubt God's mightiness because I'm pretty mighty myself" in one stanza, only to turn around and ask what God will do with his retinue in the next. It implies concern for his men, as well as a certain degree of open-mindedness that he might not otherwise show. Because tbh I am rather inclined to believe his open-mindedness here may be in part because the eagle introduced itself as a relation.

However, considering how often modern Arthurian novels pit paganism and Christianity against each other, it's refreshing to see, well. A dialogue, rather than a one-sided tract. Arthur patiently hears the eagle's answers and forms logical questions based on the responses he is given.

The intelligence behind the questions Arthur poses and the eloquence of his verse further cement his status as a bard. Listed in the Triads as one of the "Three Frivolous Bards of the Island of Britain," he is occasionally seen composing englyns; once to insult Cai in Culhwch and Olwen:

And from thence they both went to Gelli Wic, in Cornwall, and took the leash made of Dillus Varvawc's beard with them, and they gave it into Arthur's hand. Then Arthur composed this Englyn-- Kai made a leash Of Dillus son of Eurei's beard. Were he alive, thy death he'd be. And thereupon Kai was wroth, so that the warriors of the Island could scarcely make peace between Kai and Arthur. And thenceforth, neither in Arthur's troubles, nor for the slaying of his men, would Kai come forward to his aid for ever after.

...and again to praise his three favorite "battle-horsemen" in Welsh Triad 18 (translated by Rachel Bromwich):

TRIAD 18 WR. Three Favourites of Arthur's Court, and Three Battle-Horsemen: they would never endure a PENTEULU over them. And Arthur sang an ENGLYN: These are my Three Battle-Horsemen: and Lludd of the Breastplate, and the Pillar of the Cymry, Caradawg.

It's nice to see his ability to spit bars being given its proper due again, especially when he's usually praised for his physical feats and fame, which the eagle also does.

The fact that Arthur praises the eagle for its speech in turn ties into my pet theory that Arthur is exceedingly generous towards family but can be hella rude to everybody else lol.

[knivestothroats]

Fletcher 9-17 or however many you’ll do 🥺🥺

I answered 17 in another ask so I'll do 9-16 here

9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

They go ham for a really good strawberry. Sometimes when they're drunk they get a craving for a garbage plate. Big fan of breakfast foods.

Not a picky eater, no dietary restrictions. They like to collect recipes from students and have a cookbook going, like various mafia family recipes for sauce or meatballs or whatever.

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

I've thought about Fletcher having a necklace they wear every day and just tuck under their shirt that has some sentimental value. Like maybe dog tags for them and Tommy (Soup). Otherwise I don't think they wear a lot of jewelry because they don't want anything that will get in the way, get snagged, fall off and get lost, etc. I could see them maybe wearing some leather or braided bracelets or something maybe.

11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

I have been accused of making them a self insert lol. Which they are not! I have an actually self-insert-became-its-own-character OC and they are different from Fletcher. I made this chart back in the day lol

12. how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

I only came up with them when I came up with the initial idea for the story, they were not kicking around my head before that. I never decided on a birthday for them. I don't think they would do much for it these days. Maybe just take a day off.

13. what languages do they speak? how fluently?

The only language they speak fluently is English, but they know a decent amount of ASL, and then they know a tiny bit of a handful of other languages. Some phrases in Spanish and Italian, a handful of words in Gaeilge.

14. are they any good with numbers?

I think that they're decent at numbers but not like a math whizz.

15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

Fletcher is a middle child. They don't talk to their family, not because of any falling out, but because they don't want their family to know/get involved in what they do. I was thinking maybe they told their parents they were going to travel around with Tommy (Soup) and do seasonal work and just kind of be nomadic, so that gives them an excuse of never having an address their family can visit. And they were kinda like, "ehh, they have my brother and sister; I don't have to be around for the holidays."

16. do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

They SHOULD have a dog. But they don't because they would worry too much about it. TBH they healthiest course of action for them at this point would be to shut down the lodge and get an emotional support dog. But at least they have Tommy (pro/vic)

[reblogor]

the western zodiac signs...my ranking (men)

Virgo: Keep to themselves, serious about what they love, and can be very loyal as friends. Usually kind if they have no reason to be rude.

June Cancer: Funny as hell but also can be a little messy. Especially when they're unevolved, they can tend to create drama. They also have a habit of not caring about anything that doesn't directly effect them. Fierce lovers of family.

April Aries: Weirdly earthy guys lol...Chill, easy to talk to, kind, driven (though sometimes a little all over the place). My main concern with them is that every one I've known has fallen victim to a vice. This doesn't make them a bad person but it's sad to see someone with so much potential suffer so much as a result.

June Gemini: Excellent conversation…like god tier conversation. Not sure of what else to say beyond that.

August Leo: Ehh...they can be fun to be around but most of my experience with them comes from childhood, so there could be a difference with adult male leos.

Sagittarius: Funny af but also really fucking mean lmao. Like they will deliver the sickest burn in the funniest way possible.

May Gemini: Not a single original thought in that head of theirs. Very smart, but a follower through and through. Doesn't make for a strong relationship of any kind.

Capricorn: If you think a may gemini is bad, imagine befriending someone who has a fraction of the intelligence but thinks they have way more than they actually do. Followers with unearned arrogance lmao.

October Scorpio: Literally pathological. When they're in a good mood, they're okay, but as soon as their mood drops even a little bit, they're suddenly wanting to do harm to everybody in the immediate vicinity. They lie like breathing and aren't particularly driven to do anything besides exist. Still better than the remainder lmfao.

March Aries: All the ones I've met should be institutionalized. They're extremely sensitive, secretly abusive, prone to being mean unless you walk on eggshells around them... On the other hand they are much more tolerable than the other signs below them, especially when you're just getting to know them.

Taurus: Secretly messy bitches who will drop you the moment they get bored. Hella mean, no empathy, fake as fuck, and will belittle you any chance they get in order to prop themselves up in front of others. What makes them worse than october scorps and march aries is the fact that they will do their dirt behind a smile.

July Leo: Completely unhinged individuals... Will flip on you the moment they perceive their ego has been bruised. What makes them worse than March Aries and October Scorpios is they don't even change on you for valid reasons pertaining to genuine emotional hurt, just perceived ego slights.

Aquarius: Don't even speak to an aquarius if you don't have to. ESPECIALLY a february aquarius. January aquarians are bad, don't get me wrong. But nearly every february aquarius male I have ever met has done something criminal and creepy, especially to women including stalking and physical abuse. And even for the ones who haven't engaged in criminal activity, they are extremely fickle, argumentative, competitive, egoistic, irrational (while genuinely believing they're not), rude af, and lie for no reason at all.

Have not really ever gotten to know a male july cancer, a male november scorpio, a male pisces, nor a male libra, so I can't speak on them. I assume, however, that nothing can be worse than a male aquarius, so at the very least they're probably better than that.

This is just MY experience with the signs and exists for entertainment purposes only. Don't be mean to someone just because of their sign!

[delilahcalicocat]

Can i please request a Cody Rhodes "Come with me" drabble where Cody leaves AEW and wants reader to go with him but she declines opting to stay at AEW with her father Taz and brother. Tyler/Hook. However months later she makes the decision to go and be with Cody and she hopes to surprise him during his WWE return at Wrestlemania 38. But will he see her sitting ringside behind Samantha Irvin 🤷‍♀️

Reader is Taz's daughter and Tyler/Hook's older sister

A/N: Of Course, But I've added a little touch here. Y/N and Tyler/Hook are in a tag team set up by their father Taz, and Y/N used to be a ring announcer for The WWE, so she asks if she can announce Cody as the winner of the main event of WM 38 :)

☆~Come with Me....~☆

{Rating: Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Hugging}

{Pairing: AEW!Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

You and your brother were a tag team In AEW, HOOK and Y/N. Climbing the ranks thanks to team Taz..

Your father, You, and your little brother had the day off of work. It was a Tuesday so yeah you had some time.

While your father was busy, you were sitting on the couch next to your brother, who was busy Scrolling his phone.

"Hey don't you ever get tired of that shit? You're literally a day away from a massive title shot Ty!" You spoke

"Ehh, You gotta pass time, You gotta pass time. Ya get me?" Hook sighed.

You went to argue, but suddenly your phone rang... so you stepped away to your room.

"What's Up Cody?"

"Will you come to the WWE with me? I'm going back.. since my contract was kinda up..."

"Cody, I know you're gonna be upset. But I'm choosing my younger brother and my father.. my family kinda means more currently, since I used to barely see them"

"Y-Y/N... Can we even still?"

"Yes, we can continue to date.. even though it's gonna be long distance-"

"O-Ok... I gotta go now, they want to see me for the contract shit..."

Cody abruptly hung up after those words..

"Hey Bro, you wanna go to the gas station with me? Figure you might wanna get out of the house a little... maybe let dad breathe?" You spoke, Hook nodded as he stood up.

You both went to the gas station and then drove around town a little. You kept thinking about Cody though... how would he react if he saw you at wrestlemania 38?

Fuck it. You bought a ticket, you got super hyped up.. and you sat in your seat. Behind the ring announcer. Heh... you remember being a Ring Announcer For WWE...

No one there knew you for your AEW career, and it was a year after that brutal cell match and Seth wasn't ready for Cody's return...

You decided on the perfect way to surprise Cody...

You hid behind the commentary desk through the entire match, so when Cody won... you asked to announce it..

You got the okay, and Samantha handed you the Mic..

You took it and inhaled and looked towards the ring.

Your soft voice that Cody recognized instantly said confidently

"Here's your winner: "The American Nightmare" Cody Rhodes!"

Cody looked towards where Samantha was usually, and saw you instead... his smile grew wider and he actually slid out of the ring to come see you, he kissed you and hugged you.

Muttering a small "I fucking missed you.."

You smiled and hugged him back, whispering a small "I missed you too..."